''Fuck off!'' I spat, venom seeping though each word, no, not seeping, drowning. My fist balled before launching towards his cheek only to be caught by him before making contact. ''I dare you to do that again,'' He whispered maliciously, his words just as poisoned as mine. My back was to the wall as his hand gripped my waist tightly, pushing me down hard onto the hard wallpapered brick. Although my strength was good it was nothing compared to him. His body was pushed up against mine also, giving him the height advantage. I hated him. Everything about him i hated. His egotistical manner to everything. That same smug look he wore every fucking were he went. And of course the fact i was completely, madly, in love with the bastard. ~ Cassie Banner, your average eighteen year old. Attitude? Hell yes. Fear? Hell no. So of course it comes as a shock when she's the only one to turn done the great Niall Horan, one fifth of One Direction, biggest boy band, whatever. Like she cares. Why should she? Its not like they care about her. Or so she thought...

"Fate has a way of bringing people together, no matter how far the distance." _______________________________ Take your basic best-friends-fall-in-love story, add a sprinkle of fairy dust, call up the fairy godmother, and you've got yourself a whole new recipe. Only in this story, the fairy godmother isn't an angel dressed in white with a silver halo on top of her head. She has no magical abilities except in the world of fashion and dating. She is British fashion-expert, Louise Roe. Will she be able to work her magic on Niall and make him fall in love with his best friend, Rachel? Join Louise and Rachel's makeover journey and see it up close and personal as an episode of Roe's MTV hit show, "Plain Jane," defines the course of Rachel Simmons' life forever. All Rights Reserved 2012: © Angie M.

Lennox had been dancing since she was 5. But when you lose your spark for something you used to enjoy, will you ever get over it? When Lennox begins to crumble Niall Horan changes everything and helps her find a spark for something new. But will Niall always be there for her to help her when she loses her inspiration? [this was written in 2012, so you know what to expect...]

[DISCONTINUED] Whitney Davies has been oblivious to the world for three years, but you can't blame her. It isn't her fault she's stuck in Neverland. Not the Neverland you know and love, though. This is a different place, where there aren't any pixie dust or mermaids or pirates. You don't come here to avoid growing up. This is the Neverland where you're trapped being somewhere in between sleep and awake. This is where you'll find everyone who's in a coma right now, waiting for their bodies to wake up from a deep slumber. And this is where Whitney has been for three whole years. No one ever expects to find themselves in Neverland. Especially a member of the most famous boyband in the world.

"The darkness chased her and she ran, but then she tripped" [foul language] (It has sort of a cringe worthy beginning because I was pretty young when I wrote it)

When we're born, we have a certain encryption permanently incisioned into the back of our necks. One other person in the world has the same tattoo and number as you, and that's the person you can be with, whether it's happily or against your own will. No men are placed with men, no women with women, just traditional man to woman relationships. The tattoos work like bar codes, and when you find your match, then you get 'checked out'. When you're around your match, people say you can get the chills so bad your body shakes. I've never experienced it, and only few people I know have their match. But something I know is true is that when you find your match, the codes send burning sensations through your body every once in a while. You never know who it is, until they notice their tattoo on you. When you make any kind of contact, the real chills kick in, and when you kiss or sexually interact, tiny shocks avert from it. I have yet to find my match, and when I do, he's far from the fairy tale I expected. *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. One Direction never existed in this.**

"Are you an angel?" ||Novel|| ©All Rights Reserved , Rose Chaplin

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I look into the blue eyes of my best friend and it feels like staring down a stranger. They are familiar and foreign all in the same moment, glossy and pleading. The dimly lit street allows only enough light to cast glimmers on our faces and subtle shadows on the ground. It's raining but I've hardly noticed; all I see is him. "Megan please don't go," he says desperately. "I-I'm sorry." A tear falls steadily down my cheek. I don't want to go but I have to be strong for myself. I run forward and wrap my arms around him in a hug. "I love you Niall," I say near his ear, "I just don't like the person you've become." I hold back a sob, "When my best friend comes back tell him to find me." I don't say another word I just go, leaving him all alone in the dark street...

"Who's that?" I asked, my eyes glued to the blonde boy currently letting his eyes roam over the sweaty bodies of the girls out on the dance floor, the corners of his lips curling as his tongue darted out to run over them before sliding his shades over his eyes. "Who? Him?" She moved her chin into his direction and I nodded. "That's Niall Horan. The biggest heartbreaker on Campus...." She continued to talk but I zoned out. The light settings had switched to strobe, and his eyes were able to be seen with each burst of white even with the black lenses of his glasses. My mind filled with thoughts about him. The Heartbreaker...This party was probably just a setup so he could pick his next victim. The poor innocent girl he'd seduce and fool. Even if his attempts failed, she wouldn't be able to leave this house until she gave in to him. And if she did, that itself would be disastrous for her. Either way, the girl he'd choose would be fucked. No pun intended. "Chloe!" Candace hissed into my ear, gripping my arm. "Didn't you hear me?!" The alarm in her whispering was thick. "Chloe, you need to get out of here. He's staring at you. He's choosing you!" My eyes widened in alarm as they darted over to Niall, their attention on his right hand which was swaying dangerously close to his side before it made another movement. He lifted it slightly and it came down softly on his thigh. One pat.. Then again. Two pats. Oh, God. Three and its over for me. His hand slowly lifted once more-. Rated M for mature content and language. COPYRIGHT 2013- @FindingOswald