"Sorry, you have the wrong number. I'm Rose." "Ugh, wtf. Forget that shit, I'll talk to you instead then, Rose :) x" "I don't know about this." "It's fine, it's just texting x" THE DOLAN TWINS AWARDS WINNER 2016!!! Thank you! X **Contains some mature language/content**

My name is Eleanor Calder. You might know who I am. I model, but millions of teenage girls knew me as the girl who dated Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. Yeah, I said dated. No we did not break up. How are we not together if we didn't break up? He died. Louis Tomlinson died. As well as: Niall Horan Liam Payne and Harry Styles. You may recognise them as well. As well as a girl named Danielle Peazer, my best friend. Also Liam Payne's girlfriend. Dead. Gone. There one day and gone the next. Deceased. Get it now? Not in complete shock? One other thing, did you notice that there was one missing from the list? Someone who is usually mentioned? Someone by the name of Zayn Malik? Well he's still alive. Right here next to me, right now. He says hello. This is our story of what happened when One Direction died. The world will never be the same. I guarantee it.

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?*

**WILL SOON BE UNDERGOING EXTREME EDITING** *SECOND BOOK IN THE “BROKEN” TRILOGY* Haunted by the demons of her past, Ariella tries to fix herself. Moving on seems like the only solution to forgetting her past. However, when someone seeks to pull Ariella back in to the life she’s tried so hard to escape, it is hard for her to be strong. Events threaten the bond between Ariella and Niall. They are forced to test the limits of their relationship. Through all of this the two of them never stop fighting. Separation forces the two desperate adults to adapt to change. A journey with endless obstacles compels Ariella to question who she really is. Maybe that question is the one that needs to be answered. After all, in order to fix yourself you must first find yourself.

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?

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Jasmine Moore isn't just any regular girl. She's a worthless piece of trash. At least in Liam Payne's eyes. Being physically and emotionally bullied by Liam is something Jasmine has dealt with since the beginning of high school. But one day, Liam takes it too far. What will Jasmine do? Will Liam ever tell her how he really feels about her? They're two completely different people, living in two complete different worlds. Converse to Vans Photography to Writing Love to Hate... Heart Headlock This cover was created by MyLondonDaydreams This story is copyrighted. All Rights Reserved ©MyLondonDaydreams