The prince was born in his mother's lavish rooms three days before I emerged on the dingy floor of the ale house. He's a royal . . . she isn't. But the secret friendship that began in childhood grows into something much deeper -- and much more dangerous. Harry Styles and original character. Rated Mature for graphic sexual content. Some chapters may have difficult content. Historical accuracy is dubious at best. Just having some sexy fun. trust the spark.

"It's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings."

Motel 6- where you may find cockroaches in the showers, questionable food in the vending machine, and maybe, possibly, some love along the way. © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

WARNING: This contains mature content such as sex, drugs, violence. Zoe Fray has just moved to Bradford when she meets Zayn - a guy from her neighborhood who's got the looks of a Calvin Klein model, and an arrogant yet alluring bad boy attitude. For some reason Zoe quickly catches Zayn's eye, and when he starts using his irresistible charm on her, Zoe's new friends tell her to stay away from him, saying he has a bad reputation including drugs, crimes and girls. Can Zoe trust him and put up with his bad reputation or is he really nothing but trouble?

It only takes One Night to fall in love... To change a life, for everything to come undone. But it takes more than one night to discover someone's darkest secrets... Will love be enough to mend the broken past and present or will things be torn apart with every secret? (Warning: AU - boys aren't famous)

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?

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?*