A mysterious tunnel stands in Carter's town. Ever since a little girl, she was told to always stay away from the tunnel. Danger lurks inside of it, and that scared Carter. No one was ever able to see the very end of the tunnel; even daylight couldn't shine through it. Now, 19 years old with such curiosity, Carters friends drag her back to her childhood memory, pushing her into peer pressure and forcing her to see what's really in that tunnel. But, little did Carter know, in the tunnel, there lies a deranged and messed up boy waiting for the next one. » Many fictional and creepy sounding creatures. Do not read in the dark and or if you do not favor horror. * REWRITTEN VERSION UPLOADED NOW *

Tara wasn’t new in the world of makeup, but she is new to the life of doing others. She graduated school and set out to find someone to hire her to professionally do what she loves most. Several weeks and a website later, she gets a call from a tour manager saying that the makeup artist that they hired has broken her arm so she can’t make it. She never heard of 5 Seconds Of Summer until she was on the plane headed to Britain, too late to back out now. An awkward 18 year old and a popular group of teenage boys who are used to getting what they want, put together for half a year will surely drive her insane. ~~~ “I think we need to stop.” I whisper as he kisses down my neck, making his way toward my chest. His hands reach up and pull my shirt off, “Just be quiet and enjoy.” He tells me as he reaches behind me and tries to unclasp my bra but I push him off before he can do anything else. Sitting up, “I said I think we need to stop.” I state louder than the first time, crossing my arms over my chest accidently pushing my breasts up which his gaze locks onto. “Men.” I huff unfolding my arms and pulling my shirt on. “Why do we need to stop, princess?” He asks. “You know, I don't like sharing.” He chuckles before pushing me down against the mattress for the second time. Groaning, “Ashton! Get off of me.” I complained trying to free myself of his heavy weight. But when his lips met mine, the familiar butterflies reappeared in my stomach. I grab the back of his head and pull his hair hard away from my face, he head lifts and he wines from pain. Placing my hands on his very firm chest, I give it a shove and he almost falls off of the bed. As I stand up, I grasp one of the belt loops in his pants and drag him to the door where I push him outside and slam the door before locking it. Sliding down, I let a few tears fall and decide that I need to distance myself from him. I wasn’t meant to fall in love with him. Ashton Irwin/Harry Styles

This book is full of funny, cute and dirty 5SOS preferences and short imagines. So if that's what you're looking for you came to the right place! Some are borrowed from tumblr but cred is always given to the author!