His eyes where only ever on her. From the moment he set eyes on her, he was obsessed, fixated on her. Maybe he was intrigued at first by the way she attracted attention just by entering the room, or of how full of confidence she was. His attraction soon grew into obsession. He knew that he wanted to be with her, hold her, care for her, but most of all, love her. idekPayne©

One harmless song turned into something so much more. [This book deals with the reality of depression, it needs to be brought to our attention. The outcome once this this is finished is to show you the true beauty you withhold. Some parts may be graphic as you get farther into the book, just a warning. Stay strong, I just want to help you with what you may be experiencing.]

Maya Hart, an average 17 year old, ambitious but bullied. Her brother died, thats the reason she gets battered and bruised by the school sluts. But what happens when she catches the school bus, her life will change forever, thats what happens....

"What do you think he will do when he finds out?" I asked Zoey. "Nothing. He isn't your boyfriend is he? He has Perrie!" Zoey replied. "But why would he care?" I asked. "Is he the jealous type?" she smirked. I nodded and sighed.... Jasmine(or Jazzy/Jaz) lives with One Direction. Her mum put her up for adoption when she was five, due to depression, Jasmine doesn't know her father. She ran away from the carehome when she was fourteen and bumped into Zayn Malik. They have been friends eversince. Jasmine now lives with her best girl-friend Zoey and One Direction. They are both 17 years old and graduated recently. Zayn is Jasmine's best guy-friend and is VERY overprotective. He wants to think of her as his little sister, but the feelings are stronger. JUST A LITTLE NOTE: I am embarrassed by the amount of illiterate mistakes there are in this story, I am aware there are many. I wrote this about a year ago and honestly I cannot be bothered to go through and change every mistake. If anything bothers you, message me, always listening x

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

- because this moment simply is -

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.

three girls. five guys. bad jokes. one awful parody. "I seriously could not put this book down." -A person whose hands were glued to this book, even though it's impossible considering this is virtual. "The best wattpad story I've ever read!" -Somebody who just learned how to read and has only read one wattpad story in their life. ❀ WARNING ❀ omg don't read this plz it's embarrassing uGH This book is not serious at all. It's a One Direction fanfic parody. Or, as I like to call it, 'The Queen Book of all Carroty Fanfics'. It's idiotic and stupid and silly and cliche because all I want to do is put a smile on your face and make you shake your head at how dumb it is. If you want to read something that's actually well written, I don't recommend this! also there's lots of cussing in this oops :) xx

FEATURED ON THE READING LIST 'FANFICTION' BY @Fanfic BEST FANFIC SERIES 2018 - @thefanfictionawards Book 1 of the Lush Trilogy (completed ✓) Vicky West, has always desired to become a dancer at the famed Moulin Rouge club in Los Angeles. Since she was young, she always dreamt of dancing, and singing. Entertaining people is what she sought in life. The owner of the club, Harry Styles, is the only thing that is undesirable about working at the Moulin Rouge. He is a pompous asshole who only thinks about money and the women available for his own pleasure. When Vicky auditions for a spot in the team, Harry immediately knows she is a great asset for his club. The way she swings her hips playfully, and licks her lips when they are dry, makes him crazy. Is Harry pursuing Vicky for Moulin Rouge, or for himself? #1 in trilogy #2 in Styles WARNING: Mature content. All Rights Reserved by @butterflytattoo

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.