Where a naive girl with lots of baggage and a rockstar that can't seem to think of anyone but himself fall in love over the span of 24 hours

They loved her and she loved them. But it wasn't at all that simple.

~ "Oh no, I can't fight it. Even when I hate it I still wanna like it." ~ "Life isn't about wishing you had taken a chance and regretting you didn't, life is about taking it and even if it doesn't end as well as you had hoped, you took the risk and that's what counts. That risk sums up everything when I'm with you, and I don't regret it one bit." Peyton was the school outcast, Luke the punk, and Ryan the jock. One night brings them together in a twisted way, and everything and anything is thrown at them in the middle of it all. It's a simple choice isn't it? The punk with a secret, or the jock with a mission? >>Trailer on side<< ******If you are easily offended please do not read this story. Strong language and sexual references/scenes are in some chapters.****** ******And also, please be mindful of comments. I don't mind cursing but please don't post too many bad words, I don't want this flagged.****** *All Rights Reserved. This story was an original idea. ©2013 aussie_craic. Thanks for reading, don't be afraid to share, and I love you all.* **Will include mature content. 5 Seconds of Summer never existed in this.**

Opposites attract right? But what happens when two different worlds combine?

'Jealousy is, I think, the worst of all faults because it makes a victim of both parties' - Gene Tierney Erin Thomas, 16 years old, born 15th August 1996. Undecided about her feelings towards her best friend Luke Hemmings, it just so happens to be that Luke and three other band mates have been asked to go on tour in Europe with world wide famous One Direction. Erin is asked to come along by Aston Irwin, together they pretend to go out just to make Luke jealous and to hopefully make him realize that he has feelings for his best friend. There's just two small problems, Luke has a girlfriend and Harry Styles?

linger (verb) to stay in a place longer than necessary, typically because of a reluctance to leave @ashleighh5SOS | @ChantelleBressan

Arms slid around my waist and I was suddenly twisted around in a swift motion by muscular, tattooed arms. In seconds I was face to face with a somehow familiar figure. He was one of the most attractive people I had ever seen. Blonde hair slightly tousled across his forehead, bright blue eyes high lighted by his long eyelashes. A perfectly sculpted jawline. A shiny silver ring pierced into his bottom lip, matching his silver eyebrow piercing. I didn't realise how long I had spent taking in his Godly features until I felt a tingling feeling on my neck. Lips. He was sucking on a small part of my neck. I wanted to push him away from me and slap him across the face, but I couldn't. I was overwhelmed with desire and curiosity as I stood there trying to take in what was actually happening. He pulled away smirking at me, twisting my insides, "You belong to me now" he whispered.