Being the member of a huge boyband such as One Direction is exhausting, but nobody would have thought that Zayn would be the first one to break down under the pressure of the spotlight. First noboy seemed to notice what was going on, but when Zayn breaks down on the stage it gets obvious that he's not feeling well.

All eighteen year old Anna Lee wanted was a summer babysitting job. That's exactly what she got when she received a call from someone named Simon requesting a babysitter for his five sons. Who knew that the five boys would be the boy band One Direction? Or that sometimes they'd be babysitting her! (disclaimer: this was written by thirteen-year-old me, don't expect anything fantastic despite the amount of readers)

"I fucking love you."

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?

CURRENTLY NOT WORKING ON THIS . I WILL RETURN WITH MORE IMAGINES SOON. THANKS FOR READING <3

Running away was cool and so was being anorexic, until she went across the ocean to London. Juno is dar from her home in New York and is ready to start life over with her friend Jaymee. Her friend Jaymee throws a party for her when she arrives, and sets her into seven minute in heaven with svfriend who turns out to be someone that is different. Different than the every day.

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?*

SEQUEL TO BULLIED BY MAGCON GUYS! VOTE, COMMENT ETC! Angie faces new drama with the boys. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © Bearystyles ! DO NOT COPY OR STEAL THIS STORY

Jasmine's life has never been easy. She is the kid sister to the famous Dallas Winston. Her life gets a little crazier after she starts dating Ponyboy Curtis. What happens when Jasmine gets drunk one night. Her life will never be the same, or will it?

Who really is The One?