Il arrive. Il le voit. Ses joues s'empourprent et son cœur s'affole. Mais à quoi s'attend il ? Le blond passe à côté de lui, le bouscule et ne lui accorde aucun regard. Ses pieds s'arrêtent. Les yeux humides. Le cœur ébranlé. Pas à ça en tout cas. Tout sépare Dane et Harry mais leur solitude commune les rapprochera bien plus qu'ils ne pouvaient se l'imaginer.

Il s'agit d'une Fanfic sur les One Direction, et principalement Niall. (Mon résumé craint mais l'histoire doit être mieux que ça... j'espère! ;D ) Sarah est une jeune femme de 17 ans qui vie l'enfer jusqu'à ce que sa route croise celle du célèbre groupe, en vacances-études en France. Mais est-ce vraiment eux qui la sauvent ou l'inverse est-il valable?

Suite de "Sauvée" Sarah est partie pour l'Angleterre, que lui réserve ce voyage?

Pff... Toujours on parle de James et de Lily mais est ce qu'on parle beaucoup de Sirius autre que de son rôle de parrain ? Je ne crois pas ! Alors laissez moi vous raconter la vérité sur cet enfant, cet adolescent et cet homme qui a vécu des choses difficiles, qui a fait des conneries mais qui a existé et qui a toujours voulu être libre.

6e année : 1976-1977 Il l'aime mais ne lui montre pas son vrai coeur. Elle le déteste mais n'écoute que sa raison. Entre amour, tristesse et secrets, James, Sirius, Lily, Cassidy et tout le reste de la bande se sont promis une chose : rester soudés et choisir le bien plutôt que la facilité

[Sherlock x Female OC] The thing is, there is an empty, gaping hole at the base of John's throat where his overwhelming guilt and periodic bouts of torturous grief used to be. It would be so easy to... to be angry and punch a hole through the wall, through the foam of his pillow -- drive his fist through Sherlock's heart. But he remembers; in the most tragic and inopportune of fashion, remembers how angry he had been when Sherlock had jumped, how furious he had been at his funeral, and how it hadn't stopped him from breaking down at his grave nonetheless. The thing about his anger is this: it does nothing but leave him behind in the end, a bundle of nerves and frailty in his bones and an unsteady sway to his gait. It does nothing at all, but reduce marginally the constant, suffocating oppressiveness of his days bleeding into one another with a burst of adrenaline. The thing about his anger is this: it doesn't give him back Sherlock. So he gets a new flatmate- a woman named Holland. They were great friends at school and in fear he would be lonely again after Sherlock died he started to meet up with her, and soon, she moved in with him. They're just friends, though. No one could have a bond with John like Sherlock did. Sherlock was his best friend. But then Sherlock returns, and John is more furious than ever at him. Also, Sherlock and Holland seem to bond quite well, which is something Sherlock finds too complicated to explain itself.

Eleanor Parker is a twenty-seven year old woman who has just returned to London after living in Italy for eleven years. Once moving back to her home, she undergo's a bundle of new adventures of mystery and crime with her childhood friend, Sherlock Holmes and his blogger John Watson. However, Eleanor doesn't think she can cope with this thrilling and striking new life style for long as not only her past with Sherlock rises to the surface, but the memories she tried so hard to push aside come flooding back and her fears are put to the test when a certain, consulting criminal comes into the picture and bothers the consulting detective and his companions. After all, caring is not an advantage. Right?