Am I gay? No not possible... Girls are my thing! Their pretty, cute, nice, sometimes...Ok I cant think of anything else. Ok maybe I am gay. I'm still in the closet though... So shh!! But he just drives me nuts! The way his raven hair is always in a sleek quiff, how his jaw is like a statues, chiseled and perfect, his bad boy attitude. His overly tight jeans! He is like a sex god! He's like walking sex!!! The girls and I can't stop drooling over him! He can't be gay... I heard he screws a girl every weekend. And not the same one! But what if the rumors are wrong? What if he DOESNT like girls? I'm Niall Horan, and I hope the rumors are wrong.

No two snowflakes are exactly alike and neither are people. It is Winter Break for the students of Mullingar, Ireland, and Niall Horan is on his way to London for the holidays. Niall is a seventeen year old junior in high school who lives in Ireland with his father and older brother, Greg, but when the holidays come around his mum invites him and his brother on a two week trip to England with her to celebrate. Greg declines the offer, but Niall sees it as an opportunity to see the world. He agrees and leaves off to England where he meets four very different, unique boys. Will one of them become his very special, unique, beautiful snowflake or will he experience a bit of frostbite on the way?

{book 1} ✓ - ❝ Once upon a time… Wait, are you shitting me? This story doesn’t start like this. On the contrary! This story is about a girl who thought had enough of men but, of course, her words backfired on her face. Yeah, this girl is me. An average girl… Okay, not so average, more insane, I would say. Whatever. This is my story and if you want to know what happened, keep reading, because it all started with an eating contest. ❞

{book 2} ✓ - ❝ I'm tired of pity, of everyone looking at me like "poor Zayn, infatuated with his best mates's girl". I know it's not okay and if it were so easy to forget about her I would've done it already. It's not. But I just need time, not people to pity me and force me to move on. Why can't they understand that? I just need time and someone to understand. ❞