❝ Maybe he loves me now, but he has to change to love me forever. ❞ [Under major editing]

Harry Styles used to be the cheeky fellow from One Direction known for his unfunny jokes and overall happy aura. When the media is constantly making up stories and making him out to be a huge womanizer, he finds it hard to stay the sane, joyful person he used to be. He turns to alcohol to take his pain away. It numbs him and makes him forget every single issue in his life. It gives the media a reason to make terrible stories about him. Alcohol is the only thing he has and he will never stop drinking for anyone; his band mates, family, managers, no one. How could he give up the only thing that makes him happy? When Jamie is put into his life, he realizes that may not be true. Maybe all he really needs is someone to love him for who he is.

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

(connected to 3 Reasons Why I Hate You) I'm Serena. You might think you know me, but you don't. I'm not just Zayn Malik's fiancee. I'm not just that side character of his life. Although we're engaged, I have my own experiences. Even -we could say- my own life. Let's see how it's going.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

"He clenched his fists to bring himself back to earth, shutting off the tap. He stood stationary, wondering if anything he had been thinking for the last five minutes made any sense at all. Every thought was about her; he wanted her more than anyone. He came down to one conclusion: he was truly obsessed with her." Cover credit to @Nargles

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?*

"To tell the truth, just talking aloud soothes me. Maybe it's because telling these stories is like reliving those breathtaking moments. Or maybe because it reassures me that I won't ever forget them. To me, making sure these memories stay alive means Harry will, too."

Basically, I only wanted to go to college. So can someone please tell me how I ended up with Zayn Malik and his fiancée under one roof, because - believe it or not - this is no laughing matter! [cover by littlewildpenguin]

This is not my work, all credit goes to SmilinForYa on http://www.onedirectionfanfiction.com/ _____________________________________. Story Notes: This will be a dark story! Just a heads up. Harry will be possessive. _____________________________________