Youtube stars' Harry Styles aka Harrymustbebananas and Louis Tomlinson aka SincerelyLouis, have never met before and live on two different sides of the world. But when viewers are constantly urging for them to meet, something happens. Will the stars align for them to meet in person, or will this be a love that will only be digital?

For the last year Niall has been raising his son on his own, that is until his internationally famous ex-boyfriend decides to make an appearance in his life and again. Telling his ex about their son wasn't something Niall ever wanted to have to explain, but with the public eye baring down on him, he might just get backed into a corner and confess.

The one where Harry is the boy next door and Zayn doesn't stand a chance.

"He's the star and all I am is the water boy." [#1 Fan Fiction. **First Place (Popular Narry) / 2nd Most Voted Story in the 2014 1DBromance Awards (Olympic 2014)] [Going through a 2nd Edit] Cover by: NarryBuddy

The truth is: if they weren’t in a band together, Zayn wouldn’t be friends with someone like Louis.

It's the morning of the X Factor auditions in Manchester. It's raining and Zayn Malik is stuck in front of a guy dressed as Britney Spears. He's ready to peace out but Harry Styles can't wait to go in. He's not being smug, but he knows he can sing, so when the judges say no, he's devastated. Zayn finds him crying in the toilets before his audition and realises that he doesn't want it that bad. Four years later and Zayn's living in East London and about to graduate from Central Saint Martins while Harry's in a band and living in Camden. Their lives couldn't be more different, but when their paths cross again will they get what they want this time?

We’re just friends. Zayn needs to get that tattooed somewhere so he never forgets.

Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now that he’s sitting in the dim bar of another hotel he won’t sleep in, the ice melting in his £18 gin and tonic. He doesn’t even like gin and tonic, but it’s all part of the game. And it is a game. It has to be, because if it isn’t that means he doesn’t enjoy it and he does.