High school student Niall Horan's life turns upside down when London's most wanted criminal climbs through his open window one night. Trapped in his own home, Niall struggles to keep himself and his friends safe while battling his own mind. While being stuck between truth and lies, right and wrong - Niall must also prevent himself from falling for his captor.

"Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life" Harry Styles may seem like the happiest boy. Fame, fortune, and all the girls he could want. But behind hidden doors, he's broken. He's broken on the inside and no amount of love or patience could fix him. When he can't turn to his family, and he can't turn to the boys, he needs to find a place to vent his anger and depression. He starts a blog on a website called Tumblr, where no one knows who he is. No one can expect you to be a womanizer or role model if they don't know you're actually Harry Styles. Louis has no clue why Harry has been in his room a lot. He has no clue why Harry's always wearing tight skinny jeans instead of the baggy ones he knew the curly boy loved. But what happens when Louis walks in to ask Harry a question and finds the boy's Tumblr open? How is he supposed to handle this? Not only is his best mate living a secret online life, but he is suffering depression and has been hurting himself in so many ways. Louis can't confront him, so he does what he thinks is the right thing. He starts a blog, and starts messaging Harry anonymously. Harry seems a bit cheerier in the morning, and even starts smiling again. But what happens when they fall in love with each other, but Harry doesn't know that "CleverUsername" is actually his best mate? With love, drama, hate, and depression, can anyone ever be happy with the one they love? And most importantly, can Louis learn how to save a life?

Louis and Harry have always been close. Although, most fans always predicted they were something more than just friends. Could their predictions be true?

Liam is homeless. Louis is rich. Liam has nothing. Louis has everything. See the difference? Louis has it all, while Liam has absolutely nothing. But when Louis finds Liam, will he stop and help him? or will he just continue to live his wonderful life? Different.

Louis, Loved you once Love you still Always have Always will I'm so sorry, baby. - Harry x That's when Louis' whole world shattered.

Harry is just an ordinary boy in college. Somewhat... He's bullied for the fact that's he's gay, and when bullying consist of serious injuries, it's pretty rough for him. Then he met Louis. The misjudged, Punk rocker, tattoo artist with a heart of gold. Harry instantly fell for him. He fell hard. And with Louis bad past, he helps him open up. With a possible relationship with the 21 year old in return. ©AvannahSay Stolen Prologues, Chapters,and Epilogues are punishable by law Winner of the Spring Contest Best Larry Series

Cover made by: XxXEmilyMaeXxX || I learned a lot from my mistake: never let a good thing slip away. I've had a lot to look back, and my only regret is not telling you what I was going through.

Louis Tomlinson thought he only had eyes for one person. But then Niall, a close band mate, reveals his love for him. He can't help but start to question his feelings towards his boyfriend, Zayn. Who does Louis really belong with? The gorgeous kind boy who he has been in love with since day one or the Irish sweetie who hasn't taken his eyes of him since the day they met?

Why did I have to fall for Louis? He's a total nightmare to begin with, we drive each other completely insane. I hate how my entire life now revolves around him, and the fact that he's my next door neighbour probably doesn't help anything.

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?*