What kind of mess have we gotten ourselves into

Jessica's P.O.V I wake up to the sound of my familiar ringtone 'American Idiot' (best song of all time) .Not bothering to check the caller I.d,I pick up and hear my best friend Diana's voice,too chirpy for ten a.m. 'Hi Jess',she says,'Hi Diana,what's up?', I sleepily reply.'Nothing,I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the beach today'.Before I can make up an excuse she says 'Great,I'll be over in an hour to pick you up'.'Wait Diana,remember I don't have a swimsuit?'.'Don't worry ,we're the same size ,I have one you borrow', she replies and ends the call. I take a quick shower and decide to stay in my towel until Diana comes so I can wear my swimsuit under my clothes. I really hope the swimsuit isn't too revealing, Diana knows how I feel about my body,she thinks I'm being stupid but she still knows how self concious I am. After I pack my bag with a towel,suncream,earphones for my music and a bottle of water, I sit eating breakfast,waiting for Diana to show.

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?*

This is a sequel book of Friends (One Direction Style) please enjoy xxx

Niall has always been special. They called him different, strange, diseased. But he had visited many doctors, and none of them diagnosed him with anything. Niall was just scared, all the time. Paranoid, some people may call it. He swore there were monsters out to get him, and constantly lived his life in fear, never having the guts to tell anyone what was really happening to him. Until he meets Zayn. Zayn Malik has many frightening features himself. But will he be able to get Niall to loosen up, and for once in his life actually face the monsters who have made his life hell?

A story about 5 best friends who meet gorgeous boys and all go to the same music collage what could possible go wrong :)

This Fanfic is like the T.V series of Friends but in a one direction type of way its mainly the exact same but fetures different people like 1D & Little Mix and friends of mine and people i made up as i went along so please read on you will love it i PROMISE XXXXX