❝A house divided against itself cannot stand.❞ ❝Especially if it's made out of playing cards.❞ ✖ this is my first /posted/ fan fic so don't trash it or i'll pee on everything you love ✖ cover made by me *sunglasses emoji* ✖ all rights reserved 2014 © wonderwallhoran

Louis lives in a foster home with four other children. Markus, the football star senior. Violet, your typical internet addicted teenage girl. James, the book smart eleven year old. And Lori, the new girl who just moved in. When does Louis realize that his different personality is what draws the attention of young Lori?

When a depressed and suicidal girl is sent to heaven as a guardian angel she is sent to protect others from her same fate . Along the way she falls in love with a young boy and is questioning whether to help him or to let him pull the trigger and be with her.

When Zayn Malik hits a tragic point in his life, the only one who cares for his fate is his parole officer, Perrie Edwards. Perrie sees he has a major drinking problem and sends him to rehab, the only place where he'll get better. Along the journey to recovery Zayn and Perrie find love in each other but being his parole officer, she cannot let him love her but his rebellious ways always shine through.

This, my friend, is my life. No not my entire life, just when things started to get confusing. Help? I don't need help. What I need is a supporter and lately it doesn't seem to be around. Maybe I do need help. Then again not every girl was kidnapped by One Direction.

Dear Emily,        I’m so sorry for it all; I never meant to hurt you. I know it’s obvious but think I still love you. I know what I said about how I won’t bother you about this subject anymore but it’s just so damn hard. I couldn’t help myself when I saw a piece of notebook paper. I was sitting on my bed, thinking about the tour, and looking at my guitar. It reminded me of you. I turned away so I wouldn’t have to look at it and saw a pink envelop, then a piece of notebook paper with the pen that I never write with. You know, I’ve never written with that pen before. I know when my dad gave it to me that it was special. I have kept that pen safe and never used since I was fourteen. Last night I used it, for you. Guess what? It write beautifully, just as beautiful as your voice when you strum your guitar. I’m sorry, I really want to change I just need to get away from love and alcohol. I want to make a deal with you. If you think I have changed after the tour, will you go out with me again? If you don’t want to, then don’t waste your time telling me no. I just wanted to tell you how I feel. Love, or hate, Harry

“I get more scared when it’s signed Victoria.” And it all started with a journal.