"I'm tired of being second all the time behind Eros, Mom. He has a title, Cupid, and what do I get? I get rubbish, that's what. I just want to know what will get me to the highest ranking of your eye, Mom." Harry, son of Aphrodite, was down on his knees as he begged up towards his stunning mother. Her long hair fell down her shoulders and back, as her eyes lay peeled on one of her many sons. She had indeed favored her son, known to most as Cupid, the most. Harry was just as handsome in features with his dimpled smile and green eyes, but Aphrodite had not been impressed by him as much as Eros. Her red stained lips parted. "You want a quest?" Aphrodite's voice laced with interest. The curly haired brunette nodded, his hands clenching to each other in a desperate manner. Aphrodite thought for a moment, wanting to come up with something to test Harry's true power of love that he was supposed to be born with. "You must bring two humans together, and get them to fall in love. You have three months, my son. Maybe then you will be compared to Eros." (cover by moonxriver)

“So what made you think you could take a life, and just push it, push it, around? I guess to build yourself up so high, you had to take her and break her down.” --- When the girl you love has such an influential father, your relationship isn’t going to be easy. But when that same man has such a personal interest in bringing you down, things are going to be damn near impossible. Louis Tomlinson has never taken on a man as powerful as the President of the United States. But he would do anything on Earth for his dear Amelia – even risk his own life. As Amelia discovers a truth about her father that shatters her world, she must find the courage to pick up the pieces and let Louis love her. Will she have the strength to put as much on the line as he is willing to? Or will she too traumatized by the man that was supposed to love her unconditionally? What will happen to the girl from the swing state and the boy that everyone knows?

42 tattoos. Each one had a special meaning to Harry Styles. They were all important to him. These 42 tattoos represented something that he could never form into words. They were all too meaningful, especially one of them. 17BLACK. To most, it was just another tattoo. Only Harry knew the true meaning behind it. He remembered the time as if it were just yesterday... It was his story, a deadly one. He never knew love could be so dangerous. Harry thought love was something beautiful, something special. However, precious things can be ruined when fame and fortune come into play. This is his story on 17BLACK.

Hated. Neglected. Abused. Lonely. These are the words that Thalia Bates would use to describe herself... because they're all true. That's been her everyday life since her mom passed. She has built walls around herself so high, no one can tear them down. Will someone ever get through to her? Or will she end it all before someone can even try?

Darcie Jones has a secret, a secret that made her leave the love her life so he could live his dream of being a singer. Niall was devastated when he found out that his girlfriend of 2 years had up and left him hours after finding out that his boy band One Direction had come third in the X Factor UK and then was signed by Simon Cowell. Will Niall beable to forgive Darcie for leaving him and for keeping her biggest secret from him.

This is a story about a girl named Jessica who loves Harry and Harry though she was very pretty. Jessica's best friend Nicole just broke up with her boyfriend and she loves Niall. Niall has no interest in Nicole at all, Nicole has so much hope, and one day how Niall feels about Nicole changes.

I am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?

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 the 'Dark' fanfiction from tumblr. I didn't write this story, all credit goes to Hannah!