Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*

I am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?

“My name is Harry Styles and I am your Guardian.” He seemed just like a normal person to Sophia, someone she felt close to ever since he spoke them words, yet she knew from the day she woke up in hospital with no memory at all, Harry Styles was not normal. Harry Styles wasn’t even human, he was her Guardian, her friend, someone there to help her find what she was missing in her old life and to help her fix which she doesn’t know is broken. He is there to guide and to protect Sophia with all he can. Along the way to finding her way through her new life Sophia will find new people, new friends and new memories all in search for the one thing she is missing, but not even Harry knows who or what fully is the one thing she is missing. Could it be something she finds along the way through her second chance or is it something she already has but just doesn’t know it yet?

What would you do if you woke up, and One Direction didn't exist? Sylvia goes through exactly that along with struggling to understnad what's going on. I mean it's not possible to just wake up 3 years ago. With everyone else thinking she's insane she finds someone who doesn't: Mr. Harry Styles. This can't end well.