Harry's been taken to Malfoy Manor, only to be thrown in the dungeons. He can't save himself, and he has no one to do it for him. Who could he turn to? Who could he trust? WARNINGS- Boyxboy

BoyxBoy Percico "Say it!" I repeated. "Tell me what you actually think of me! You're just like everyone else, Jackson, I know it! Just admit it-" Percy let out a strangled noise and suddenly, I ended up on the rough grounds of the forest. My wrists were gripped in his hands tightly, pinning me down, as his black hair stuck to the sweat on his flushed tanned face, and mine to my pale cheekbones. My back ached, but my anger triggered pain was stronger. "Everything is WRONG about me." I said through gritted teeth. "I might not be a real ghost or a lost soul in my father's realm, Percy. But up here... I might as well be." ~It's a long journey to love. Especially if you run away from it.~

Detention is supposed to be a punishment, but for Louis and Harry, it's the start of something beautiful. Unfortunately, what starts off as a harmless love affair quickly takes a turn for the worse. Through all the stereotypes, judgments, family issues, and demons from the past, Louis and Harry struggle to stay strong. What happens in detention, stays in detention. [NOTE: I began writing this book in 2011 when I was 13 years old. There are many grammatical errors, cringe-worthy moments, and plot inconsistencies. Obviously, my writing has improved immensely since 2011, so please feel free to check out any of my more recent works instead. This book is not representative of my present-day writing abilities. I would prefer to delete this entirely (and its sequel), but there have been many readers who have expressed their love and appreciation for this book despite its flaws. Regardless, thank you all for your support with the Detention series over the past few years. I love and appreciate each and every one of you.]

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❝ I really hope you don't expect me to do anything. Because I won't. I don't care. Cry all you like but when it comes down to it, you don't need me and I don't need you. Love isn't real. It only exists in fairytales and Disney movies. This is real life, honey. Get used to it. ❞

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

"Listen," Harry said sternly, sitting up on the bed. "Don't interrupt...just don't even talk. Listen. I want what's best for my daughters, and sometimes, I don't think you are. You're not constant with your visits and you only care about being the cool, favoured dad instead of the one that cares about his daughters safety. If you want to be a part of their lives, you need to visit more often. Pick Katie up from daycare. Quit smoking. Put Emily on the trolley to school. Act like a real father. Then, maybe, I'll take you more seriously." He paused. "Got it?" - Louis was the perfect boyfriend. He was sweet, caring, and loving. Up until Harry gave birth to their daughter. After that Louis smoke, drank, and even started dating some girl. Now Louis' trying to be a better father.

"Take it! Just take it!" I demanded in annoyance, springing my whole body out as I tackled Harry from behind. "For the tenth time I don't want your stupid virginity!"

Fate is something that cannot be controlled. Sometimes it changes a person's life for the best, and other times for the worst. People are not conscious of this phenomenon, for everyone's destiny is written in the stars, too far away for anyone to read. But of course, like any abstract belief, the existence of fate is debatable. Nobody can proven that it really exists, however a large portion of humanity has faith that it does. But one thing is certain amongst believers: sometimes fate is cruel, sometimes fate makes your life unbearable hard, and sometimes fate is just simply not fair. But that's how life is. Unfair. Or a story where fate brings a jungle boy named Louis and a tribal prince named Harry together. Cover by the amazing Styleslight