Three things happened simultaneously: the beer bottle dropped from his hand and shattered on the floor, my father let out a deep, throaty chuckle, and his hand had struck me across the face. I put my hand on the spot he had just hit and felt the heat and sting of the impact. I looked down at the broken beer bottle, still holding my hand on my cheek, and I felt a heavy boot kick into my waist. I fought back tears and stayed silent. After a few moments, I heard the footsteps retreating and the sound of a door slamming shut. When I was sure he was gone, I looked away from the broken bottle, and tears welled up in my eyes. I never showed my weaknesses to my father, happiness was the last thing I wanted to give him. After a few minutes, I pulled myself off the floor and slowly approached my dresser, cautiously opening the top drawer and moving some socks out of the way. I pulled out a long blade, and with trembling hands, slid it across my wrist, adding to the collection of scars. I began to quietly sing a familiar tune that seemed to comfort me in times like this: “Heart beats harder, time escapes me, trembling hands touch skin, it makes it harder, and the tears stream down my face. If we could only have this life for one more day, if we could only turn back time…” My voice trailed off and I drifted to sleep.

Millions, no trillions, of questions raced through my wandering mind. Why is this happening to me? Why now? How will the boys react? Will I make it? ... Am I going to get my wish of being with my mother again?... Many people always said "be careful what you wish for", and now I see why. I spent the last ten years of my life wishing I was dead, wishing my life would be over, but three words, "You have cancer", changed everything: I don't want to die: I want to live. The ironic thing is that it took a death sentence to make me see the value of life. And now that I actually want to live, I'm probably going to die, but I guess that's just life, right?

She thought the world was against her and being loved just wasn't for her, until she met four boys determined to change that. (the writing in this is certainly not my best, just a heads up) warning: this book deals with triggering topics such as eating disorders, self-harm, and suicide. [highest ranking ~ #1 fanfiction] 2015 by mrcalibu. All rights reserved (I do not own 5 Seconds of Summer, Hi Or Hey Records, Arzaylea, Bryana Holly, or any real-life characters that may be involved in the story. I only own my own characters, such as Daisy. Every character and their actions in this book is strictly fictional.)

Emily has been bullied for as long as she can remember. She cannot deal with life. She try's every possible to escape; cutting, starving, throwing up. Nothing works. She still feels fat, and ugly. But what happens when she meets someone that wants to help her get better? What if that person happens to be Harry Styles? Will he help her or leave her like everyone else does?

Cutting. That's all Mackenzie can think about. Suicide. She's tried. Her parents get annoyed with her relapses and sends her to her aunt in London. Who happens to be the mother of teen heart-throb Liam Payne. Mackenzie soon meets Niall Horan. Niall instantly feels connected to Mackenzie and is determined to always be there for her. But one faulty move by Niall sends Mackenzie into a world wind of trouble leading to two suicide attempts. She thought she was happy but was she just tricking herself all along? Can Niall be the one who will finally break Mackenzie of this horrible thing.

A Sequel to Broken. It's been six months. Six months since Mackenzie's life fell apart once again. She's been lying to everyone, pretending she's okay and hiding secrets. But fate has a different plan for Mackenzie. A run into One Direction turns her life around again, just like the first time. Niall and Mackenzie's relationship will be tested to the extremes this time, with deadly twists. Can their love for each other make it through it all?