{COMPLETE} The lovely architecture and notoriously posh people of Bath are helpful distractions from the thousands of secrets slipping whispered into ears and written on notes. Everyone has a secret, and some have more than others... If anyone knows about keeping secrets, it would be Liam, Niall, Harry, Zayn and Louis; they've been keeping big secrets since the summer between years seven and eight, when their best friend Lars, an older and popular lad that played rugby, disappeared. They thought they had their secrets under wraps... until they begin getting notes and messages from "King," a certain secret someone who seems to know all their secrets; the big ones, the small ones and everything in between, long buried ones that only Lars knew. Now their secrets don't seem so secret... And the safety of keeping secrets? Well, it doesn't seem that safe anymore. **WARNING: bullying, homosexuality, eating disorders, and the like are included. Read at your own risk!**

I lifted my gaze to meet his, utterly embarrassed that I ever even stepped foot into this room. I figured I could get in and out unnoticed.... Boy was I wrong. "What are you doing in here?" "The door was open and I saw my scarf-" I held up my scarf "I lost it earlier and I figured I could just pop in and take it back." "Oh," the boy next to him said. He smiled slightly at me, very obviously assessing my body. I rolled my eyes at him and tried to pass the boy barricade to leave the room. "Where are you going?" "Back to my room," I said simply. "Tell me your name first," the boy said, his brown eyes sparkling brilliantly. "No... I think I'll just go." "Well, mine's Liam," he offered. "Why don't you show her your toothbrush, that always reels them in," the other boys said, shuffling over to the couch. I blushed and looked at Liam, waiting. "Promise me you'll come back tomorrow," Liam said. I raised an eyebrow. "He's serious, he really is that romantic," the other boy called from the couch. Liam shot him a glare and he shrugged, his blue eyes sparkling in mischief. They seemed to be such opposites, but they somehow fit like a puzzle. They must be brothers or friends since birth. "Don't mind Louis, he's bitter because he's just been dumped," Liam said, smirking. "It was a mutual decision," Louis protested. "He likes to say that; it's less hurtful to himself," Liam whispered to me. "Now, can I get your name?" "Beth. Not that it matters."

Violet might just be the happiest person alive—and that's without hot young pop-stars interfering. When Violet keeps literally bumping into THE Zayn Malik, things heat up—but when she has to keep this from all the fans and even her best friend, everything gets complicated. What happens when she starts to get closer and closer to the boys? WRITTEN BY LIAMS_PRINCESS