A One Direction Fanfic Teresa Anne Parker. Harold Edward Styles. A scared and spirited girl. A super model/actor. True love? Pure hate? A hater. A lover. A stalker. A friend. A kiss. A mistake. A broken heart. A mislead conversation. A big family issue. A newborn baby. An escaped prisoner. A death.

Kylie and Zayn have been dating for nine months. They completely love each other. Nothing could seperate them. Nothing. Kylie and Zayn had a perfect life until… "Kylie, are you alright?" My little sister, Paige, asked me. "Zayn is... gone." "How?" She seems confused. "I don't know. He didn't show up last night." "Kylie?" Paige climbed up on my lap. "I... I heard you and Zayn got in a fight." Her voice is so low I have to lean is closer. The officer nods. "We're looking into it, Miss Paxton, but there isn't much we can do yet. His parents have not reported…" His voice trails off. "Zayn is my boyfriend! I have a right to know what his parents are doing about his absence!" I repeat, my voice shrill and loud. I bang my hand on the table. Tears start streaming down my face. "I'm going to get to the bottom of this. No matter what." I storm out of the room. I don't give a damn if they're not going to help me. I'll find him on my own. Zayn, I need you.

"There's no place on Earth that's safe for you now..." "Because I'm supposed to be dead?" "Yes. And that's not all. You - we have shifted the balance of order. The living and the dead are colliding. And the word 'war' will have a whole different meaning." "And it's all because of me?" "You are only part of the cause." For the first time, I see Louis William Tomlinson for what he really is. *** "Ghosts, demons, angels, spirits. Everything is out of place." "Louis... promise me you won't leave me.." "I promise." "Did you love her?" "More than life itself... At one point. Do you hate her?" "No. It's not her fault." "Do you blame me?" "I don't know." *** "What were you saying, 'At the end everyone always bows down to Angel'? Well not this time. Now is my time!" © All Rights Reserved

There was nothing usual about the town. There was nothing unusual about the town, either. There was nothing normal about the town. Or James. Or Jake. But what made her want to keep living there? Even after the accidents. Was it Jake? Or was it Paige? Or maybe it was the town's ghost house. The house no one dared to even talk about. The house that lay quietly, at the end of the field. A Ghost Story

They both need guidance. They both need love. Sometimes what you expect the least of, happens the most of. Sometimes love is worse than hate. Sometimes heart breaks are worse than death. With a broken heart, you are dying each day you live. Smetimes love is everything. Sometimes love is nothing other than a helpless feeling. A journey through more than love. An adventure through more than hate. An experience through more than life. "I can't help it. I don't know what to do. I don't even know what's happening to me. All I know is that whenever I'm around him, I feel so powerless and... so helpless."

Moving. Again. Bella Jones doesn't know what to expect this time. A remote area, a busy city, lonely woods, crowded town, relaxing beach, quiet nature, downtown rush, she's seen it all. Or so she thought she has. All except a haunted house... Despite the feeling in my guts, I want to see him, touch him, or just even hear his quiet voice. I hear nothing but the wind howling, brushing past my face, like daggers against my soft flesh. "Niall?" I call, my voice a little sore. "Niall! Please answer me!" I turn around and hear the wind rustling in the trees. Leaves falling to the ground, one by one, as if rehearsed. I turn my head and try to see through my wild hair. I feel as if I'm being watched, but there isn't anybody here. Or, no one that I can spot. "Niall! Please?" I whisper loudly. Why isn't he answering? I wipe my nose with the back of my hand. "Niall?" I'm at the tip of crying when I hear a voice behind me. I turn around and fall backwards. A Ghost Story