My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

**This is the sequel to Niall's Cancer Battle.** Not everyone is fortunate enough to live through death. And I guess I didn't technically "die." But what I did experience was enough to really slam me back into reality.

Niall Horan of One Direction is going to die. He's been diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer. This is a rollercoaster-of-emotions story about how he and the boys deal with it and go through it. Be sure to bring tissues when reading! Also, please note that it is in fact, a fanfic. No 1D Member has been harmed through the making of this story! (:

'I couldn't let them see, I wouldn't. They would hate me for it, things would never be the same. I'd be kicked out of the band.' This is what Niall thinks. Why? Because he is a Cat Hybrid. Will he be able to keep his secret from the other boys? Will they find out? What will he do, what will they do? Find out, in: Secrets.

The dancers of the sky and rulers of the night become a huge part of life for Scarlet Davis. Nobody looks up into the sky at night and sees the stars the way Scarlet and her friends do, but when the night sky is on the verge of non-existence Scarlet and her friends will stop at nothing to save it.

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?*