"..and its okay, I'm use to it. Ive always been the stepping stool,"Zayn calm exhaled, over looking the city below us. "What do you mean?" "Plenty of people have come and gone in my lifetime-plenty. No one stays, I'm just that step they need to get passed before they move on to bigger and better things..that's me. That's my life. I'm the stepping stool." In losing him, I found myself.

When seventeen year old Harry moves to a new town, he enters a photography contest where he gets more then just pictures and a story when he choses his complex neighbor as his subject. Started: OCT 2014 WARNING: explicit language, & sexual content

*This story is set in London UK, 2012* ~~~~~ "I can't do this anymore." I state numbly. "D-do what?" He asks worriedly, his hands reaching out for me. I back away from him. "Be the source of all t-this disaster." "No, you're not. Isab-" "I'm not good enough." I say, my voice flat. ~~~~~ For Isabelle White it has always been about what lies beneath. On the outside, her eyes shine with joy and her smile never fades, but on the inside a gruesome war continuously rages. A darkness is fighting to overcome her, rooted in her bones, but she always holds it back. Unfortunately that changes. When she meets the boys of One Direction her defenses weaken. She forgets the necessity to be careful, to stay guarded and she lets herself believe in the possibility of love. When everything comes crashing down will she remain firm and stable? Or will the darkness consume her? Most importantly, what happens if she is lost to the oppressive eclipse? Will anyone care enough to help her? Will she even have the strength to accept guidance? ©