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Bridget Riddles, soon to be Bridget Bwells, has found herself between two guys; Her future fiancée, Jason, who gives about zero shits and the beautiful Liam Payne. The nineteen year old is practically raising her six month old baby girl, Raelynn, on her own, along with balancing an affair with the world renowned boy band member and an unhappy relationship with no way out. Soon enough, more is added to Bridget's plate when she finds out she is pregnant... with Liam's child. Right before she is wedded to a different man. Will she find her way out?

High school student Niall Horan's life turns upside down when London's most wanted criminal climbs through his open window one night. Trapped in his own home, Niall struggles to keep himself and his friends safe while battling his own mind. While being stuck between truth and lies, right and wrong - Niall must also prevent himself from falling for his captor.

Zayn was a man on the run. Not only from the people around him, but also the police. He was a wanted man, what could he say? Harry never intended to meet him. He wasn't supposed to be on the street, he wasn't supposed to be used as a hostage. And most of all, he never intended to fall in love with Zayn. As the boys hide out in a small abondoned building, with the police surrounding them, they tell each other about their lives. And Harry figures out that Zayn isn't a bad man. He just had a bad life. This is a fanfic based off of the Poem, "To This Day" by Shane Koyczan. Credit of the title and the original poem go to him. Please read the poem before you read the story! Thanks!

Zayn Malik, the new teacher in the school. Niall Horan, the naturally charming Irish student who suffers from Alzheimer disease. Liam Payne, the overprotective and intimidating boyfriend. Put them all together and you have yourself a complicated relationship. ________________________________________ ''Yes, I like you...'' I look down at our intertwined hands, and can't help but smile softly. I liked his touch-it was subtle, soft... gentle. I liked it. A lot. I wonder if all his skin feels like this. ''I can't help but feel responsible for you, though. I feel like I should protect you. Help you.'' I swallow, and feel myself getting unexplainedly, uncontrollably nervous. ''I'll keep an eye on you especially. More than a teacher, you know?'' ''What, like a project?'' Niall chuckled, running a finger over my knuckles, which sent a ricochet of hot, prickly, overwhelming shocks up my arm. I don't take my eyes off his hand while I murmur, ''Yes. Project Horan.''