What happens at camp stays at camp. // est. July 26th, 2014 - #1 in fanfiction [cover by lex]

Scarlett ends up in a situation, miles away from home with Louis Tomlinson. However, she doesn't even know who he is. But there's more to the story than just surviving a fatal accident. No family, betrayed friends and lost in the big world, how will Scarlett survive? Sequel called 'Happy Never After'

I lifted my gaze to meet his, utterly embarrassed that I ever even stepped foot into this room. I figured I could get in and out unnoticed.... Boy was I wrong. "What are you doing in here?" "The door was open and I saw my scarf-" I held up my scarf "I lost it earlier and I figured I could just pop in and take it back." "Oh," the boy next to him said. He smiled slightly at me, very obviously assessing my body. I rolled my eyes at him and tried to pass the boy barricade to leave the room. "Where are you going?" "Back to my room," I said simply. "Tell me your name first," the boy said, his brown eyes sparkling brilliantly. "No... I think I'll just go." "Well, mine's Liam," he offered. "Why don't you show her your toothbrush, that always reels them in," the other boys said, shuffling over to the couch. I blushed and looked at Liam, waiting. "Promise me you'll come back tomorrow," Liam said. I raised an eyebrow. "He's serious, he really is that romantic," the other boy called from the couch. Liam shot him a glare and he shrugged, his blue eyes sparkling in mischief. They seemed to be such opposites, but they somehow fit like a puzzle. They must be brothers or friends since birth. "Don't mind Louis, he's bitter because he's just been dumped," Liam said, smirking. "It was a mutual decision," Louis protested. "He likes to say that; it's less hurtful to himself," Liam whispered to me. "Now, can I get your name?" "Beth. Not that it matters."

I tapped my pen onto my desk with anticipation. Why did I deserve to meet One Direction? I stared at my lifeless paper. The question kept skipping through my mind like a broken record player. Why did I, Cher Marie Lovett, deserve to meet One Direction? Lots of ideas swirled my mind, but one caught my attention. Without thinking twice, I scribbled onto the paper, “So I can lick Liam Payne's abs.” I know what you're thinking. That's probably the dumbest reason ever. But, hey, it was 100 percent truthful and its not like they're gonna read it anyways. Pretty pleased with my idea from God, I skipped over to Mrs. Richards’ desk and slammed down my masterpiece. “I'm finished,” I smirked with a mouthful of victory. Little did I know that a simple, ‘I'm finished’ would be my biggest regret yet.

**WILL SOON BE UNDERGOING EXTREME EDITING** *FIRST BOOK IN THE "BROKEN" TRILOGY* I looked in my step-father's eyes for a brief second and he was enraged. He looked absolutely crazy, and his look expressed the desire to kill. In less than three seconds, I knew what my fate would be. I was going to die. Ariella Rayne grew up without a real father, and instead with a crazy step-father. One day when he goes too far, her mother makes her go live with her birth father in London. Her father, however, is also Harry Styles’s father. When she meets the boys, they don’t exactly like her. She’s weird and American and Harry is mad at her for something that she cannot control. When they truly get to know her, she falls for one of them. Can they heal her or will Ariella remain broken?