CHECK OUT THE TABLE OF CONTENTS TO FIND MARRIAGE PREFERENCES This is a sequel to my 5SOS Pregnancy Series book. But this is a prefbook, not a series ((ALL PREFERENCES ARE WRITTEN BY YOURS TRULY)).

[ON GOING EDITING] This is where imagination with these four idiots begins.. (some of the preferences are taken from tumblr so credits to the owner.)

❝She's trying to stand out - to be someone. He's trying to fit in and pretend that he is what he isn't. ❞

Here are just some preferences of the lovely 5 Seconds of Summer. Hope you enjoy :-) x (2013) *Some of these preferences were written a while back, so excuse the immature writing*

Hi! This is basically going to be imagines and preferences from tumblr. Everything that I post except for the ones I write belong to the owners on tumblr(: Hope you enjoy!

So I decided to write some one direction preferences! Some will be from wonderful Tumblr and some I'll be writing myself. So hope you all will enjoy these lovely preferences. NOTE: I WROTE THESE BACK IN 2012 SO SOME OF THE CHAPTERS ARE A BIT CARROTY.

Basically what the title says imagines and preferences about Liam Harry Louis Niall and Zayn, don't forget to comment for a personal imagine or preference I will be happy to write it for you :)<3 Some of what I post is from tumblr, they are things that I have read and think are really cute or just amazing and want to share them with my beautiful readers :*

Bronwyn Kirk doubts that anyone can be as much of a romantic wreck as her - until she meets Thatcher Lucas, divorcee, bad driver, and determined to find out about Bronwyn's past.

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*