Harry Styles is dead. He has been since his Father's musket misfired in 1883. He lives in his old house in his boarded up room. He has friends and he thinks he's OK, until he meets Misty. She can see him and his friends too. When a serial killer is on the loose in Chesire they have to find out who it is with help from Misty and his victims alike. All while Harry tries to sort out his feelings for Misty, who looks so much like his Rachel from 1883. How can he love her if she can't even touch him? She deserves so much better than he can give, but the heart wants what the heart wants. @Zoe_5SOS is currently translating this story into French if that's the language you prefer.

It wasn't a secret that I've been alone since the incident ten years ago, that had me running for my life while they surrounded me with weapons of all sorts, poised to kill a eight year old child. I am different, I am alone and I am never going back. My name is Niall Horan, And I warn you this now before you read my story. It isn't a pleasant one in the slightest. This isn't a Fairy tale. I could tell you that my ending is happy to get you to listen to me. But my ending hasn't come yet. But it better come soon, happy or not. [Based off of the music video for Titanium by David Guetta ft. Sia]