Zach is a very popular guy, he has a hot girlfriend and lots of friends. Every guys wants to be him, and every girl wants him. He had always thought that he was straight, that was until he met Ethan.

I kept twitching and rolling over in my sleep. I kicked the blankets off so that the cool wind from the window could dry up the sweat that had pooled around all over my neck. The faint smell of the rusty old patches that crept over the dirty, stained wall behind me was more haunting than the scarred face I kept encountering in my recurring nightmare. I took a mental note to never take the sleeper class again but at the same time, the journey was so long that sleeping it off seemed the best option. I popped another pill for my motion sickness and looked down at my bunk buddy below me. Calling him buddy would be a very unfitting call for him. It was like calling a shark a sea-horse. From the hoodie that masked his face to the tattered grey faded clothes that cleverly hid his stiff form- I couldnt even tell the colour of his hair... or if he had any hair at all. I occasionally got hipster vibes from the way he played the strings of his guitar yet I would be so distracted by how attractive his fingers were that his eerie music didn't bother me at all ( I didn't know I had a thing for hands until now). From the moment he stepped into the compartment where we were supposed to share a room, there were no words exchanged except for a 'hi' I had directed to him and a cold 'hello' that sent chills down my back. I peered down at the empty bunk bed below me. Where'd he go? My eyes searched through the room even though I knew he had camouflaged easily with the darkness. I pulled the blanket over my head so that I didn't spook myself any further.... until.... just like any horror cliche would tell you... ~Something touched my leg. ************************************************************************** A "horror"ific experience with a sprinkle of romance and smexy Warning: Strong sexual content, imagery and dark fluff. @cLusterxxx

"Louis, no. None of those things i said were true, okay? None. I want you here Louis. Niall. Zayn, and Liam want you here. Your family wants you here. Your millions of fans want you here." "...But maybe I don't want to be here." (Larry fanfiction, written in 2014, updated in 2016)

zayn didn't think he was all that great, but liam did. - just a story in which two beautiful people fell in love. (translations available)

"Well he's my stepbrother..." "But that's awesome right? I would love to have a brother." "Yeah it is pretty awesome." I paused and took a deep breath. "I've seen him naked." Louis' father is an abusive man and always hurts Louis because he's openly gay. He has and continues to mentally and physically abuse him. His father has remarried several years after Louis' mum died. Louis thought things would never get better... Until Louis' father's new wife comes and moves in with them. Bringing her son with her. *TRIGGER WARNING* Strong Language, Rape and Self Harm

Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. Between classes and drinking parties , sex and boys, Keagan had it all. Until Jamison. Small, skinny , anti-social. Will he be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive?

Louis is innocent and loves his frilly skirts. Harry is rude and loves his leather jackets. Fem❤️Louis Innocent❤️Louis Punk❤️Harry

Drake and Jace have always been best friends, that is until the day that Jace told Drake that he is gay. It is now their senior year and although Drake has everything his always wanted he can't help but miss the friendship he once shared with Jace. One night at a party something horrible happens that forces Drake and Jace back together. Will they be able to be friends again after all that has happened? And what will happen when girl crazy Drake starts having feelings for Jace?

Love~Hate relationship... A contract marriage between two people who kinda always hated each other....

"It's not like it meant something to you, right? You're married after all." Louis gave his infamous smirk, which was not suppose to look this hot. "Of course, it didn't." The tent in Harry's trousers disagrees. "I don't mind paying back the favour. Any place. Anytime. In any way." Louis winked. And with that Harry left alone to come all over the bed sheet with the frame of his marriage turned down on the bedside table.