In the depths of London's council estates, there's chaos. Gunfights, robberies, drugs and graffiti, crime rates spiralling out of control, with the government running out of ideas, not to mention police. So with the hope of inspiring the young people into a better life, One Direction are somehow roped into going down into the thick of the rebellion. To inspire, they say. Liam doesn't think that they'll make any difference, but he has to try, right? And besides, he's curious, something that'll probably get him into trouble. So when he manages to slip out of his security's grasp to get Zayn some cigarettes and loses his way in the dark and winding streets of the area, it's no surprise that he ends up walking straight into a girl with a cheeky smile and a red hoodie three sizes too big for her. Who then also steals his phone, his wallet, and his keys. Determined to find the girl and teach her a lesson (or at least get his stuff back), Liam and Zayn take up an invitation to an underground party, sneaking out into the night, full of adrenaline. Under the burning lights with the smell of smoke, alcohol, and drugs thick in the air and the music so loud he can feel it in his veins, he sees a flash of red lipstick and white converses in the crowd. But then she slips through his fingers again, disappearing into the night.

Like many typical girls, eighteen year-old Rachel Morgan falls head over heels for an out-of-reach guy, named Harry Styles, who, in her presence, tints her cheeks red, strips her of her vocabulary, and has all of the Earth's butterflies fluttering to her stomach. While her long-time best friend Niall is spilling his juice or crumbs from his Nando's chicken all over their usual cafeteria table, Rachel is spilling over Harry with her friends, Nat and Ashley. The only downside to Harry's lush, brown curls, cheeky dimples, and sensual, green eyes is that while he's wearing his husky blazers, preppy Jack Wills hoodies, or rusty Ramones t-shirts, he's got Rachel feeling like she's wearing an invisible cloak. But after joining the volleyball team, she dumps her invisible cloak for a jersey as Harry, who's also on the volleyball team, begins flirting with her. After the two go on an unplanned, syrupy adventure, they find themselves more close to each other than ever - that is, until a new guy moves into town; Zayn Malik. Starting off as a shy, artistic, and mysterious friend to Rachel, Zayn soon becomes the only wedge that could come between her fairy-tale relationship with Harry. Being Zayn's best friend, Liam Payne, the school jock, helps to further Rachel and Zayn's relationship. To complicate things even further, her best friends, Niall and Louis, begin to harbour secrets and spin cobwebs of their own. Then, a new girl with some baggage enrols into Beakman High School and gives Rachel an unpleasant feeling. What do you do when love gets complicated?

⁑⁑⁑ EDITING AS OF MARCH 2019 ⁑⁑⁑ [Winner in the 2012 Watty Awards for Undiscovered Gems]: ★ Read at your own risk. There are major grammar issues, plot holes and probably some really annoying stuff in this book. If you want to read a story written when I was 12, then please proceed. Major editing in process. ★ Eighteen year old Victoria Green has been spending her life trying to mend everyone else's broken pieces back together - but what happens when they begin not to fit? A cheating , absent father with a much younger mistress, a distraught mother who cannot possibly take care of her emotionally damaged self and an unfamiliar new city is more than broken, it's a freaking disaster. A spur-of-the moment decision to pack up and move halfway across England to the small, quaint town of Doncaster in seek of a new life does nothing to piece back together the broken Green household. In an attempt to escape the Hell of her reality, Victoria begins to live vicariously through the older instant messaging website AIM. I mean, no one goes on that thing anymore, right? Wrong. When she meets someone under the name Singingforlife24, she begins to develop dangerous and unsolicited feelings for the person behind the strange, yet soothing username. Conversations that lasted a few short messages turns into an everyday occurrence and before she knows it, Victoria is falling hard for the stranger behind the username. Meeting the town's a**hole wasn't in her plans - nothing was. But as they always say - there's a thin line between love and hatred (of a jerk, that is). He Wasn't a Jerk Series (MUST be read in order): #1: He Wasn't a Jerk Online #2: He Wasn't a Jerk Before #3: He Wasn't a Jerk After All #4: He Wasn't a Jerk In The End

Zayn's not an angel. No matter what those higher up's and lower down's might say, he's not an angel. Zayn's a Salvationist. Since he killed his mortal soul on Earth by committing suicide, his immortal soul, which was supposed to go to Heaven to become an angel, was condemned to a lower ranking, lower than an angel but higher than a simple soul. He's destined to save suicidal souls back on Earth until he proves himself worthy to become an angel. So, he's not an angel. However, he can't stop getting that annoying Liam kid down on Earth to stop calling him that.

"If you ever feel stupid, remember you're not the girl who rejected Liam twenty two times." My friend tried to cheer me up. I didn't get what she was talking about until my eyes landed on her poster on the wall. My throat went dry when I realized who it was. Liam Payne. The boy I rejected twenty times and broke his heart. He was finally living his dream as a famous singer. I stared at the other posters, and my lips played a smile. Look what he become. I was lucky, but I didn't appreciate. Look what I've lost. Am I too late?

aposiopesis [pron.: /ˌæpəsaɪ.əˈpiːsɪs/; classical greek: ἀποσιώπησις, "becoming silent"] is a figure of speech wherein a sentence is deliberately broken off and left unfinished, the ending to be supplied by the imagination, giving an impression of unwillingness or inability to continue. james attello is very good at reading people; this might be why he was placed in advanced psychology, a class that is usually very, very hard to get into. james, eager to please his professor, goes forward with an assigned project, even though he was, at first, a little bit unsure. his task is to create a fake identity on a website, interact with the people he encounters, and then reveal who he really is, keeping a journal throughout the process. but james didn’t expect to meet farah, a fellow user on the site. the two of them bond, in a way, and she shares her secrets with him, and she, unknowingly, coaxes them from him. the day james sends out the message with the truth is the day farah’s account goes missing. james, at first, thinks nothing of it, but, after a little while, begins to wonder what happened to farah, the girl who told him everything. so he does what any curious boy would do: make another account.

[COMPLETED] I let out a sob and ran up to him, slamming my fists on his chest. "Why did you do it!? I'm sorry just please explain!" He held me close to him until I stopped thrashing about and just cried silently into his chest. "Shh Please stop crying. It hurts to see you in this much pain." He soothed. "Then why Harry, why?" I said with every once of pain emanating from me. "I loved you and you left me. I loved you so much. My judgement was cloudy from the hurt inside my chest. It was a very dumb decision." "You are acting like its no fucking big deal! Your dead! You're gone from all of us! The boys are hurting so much! It was selfish what you did, but it was even more selfish what I did." "Please don't blame yourself. It was my fault, not yours." "Harry its all my fault. You wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for me." He grabbed my chin, making me look him in the eyes. "Now listen to me. I shouldn't have expected you to stay with me when the fans first started harassing you. I should have let you leave but I was being selfish keeping you with me. I just couldn't lose you. But once again I was selfish and left all of you. I'm so sorry." He looked down, a single tear slid down his face. I put my hand up to his face and wiped his tear away with my thumb. "Harry I missed you but now I'm here with you and there are no fans. We can be together now and we don't have to worry about anything." I said barely above a whisper. He looked up into my eyes and pecked my lips, leaving a tingling sensation from where his lips touched. "I wouldn't let that happen." Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛᴛ © Wanderless, Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

Harry was tired of it. He was tired of being the "lead singer" of the band. He was tired of being "the flirty, filthy manwhore". He hated the fame. He hated the attention. He hated everything. Scarlett was tired of breathing. She just got out of rehab but still struggling. Her whole life she'd been known as "the quiet girl". She was always in everyone else's shadow. She was constantly put down, overlooked, and constantly change so she'd "be good enough". "Tired" couldn't even explain her pain. The two seem to be completely different, but are they really? When they finally meet they realize one thing: They're just what they needed. // book one of the strings series //

ＣＯＭＩＮＧ ＳＯＯＮ A song written for someone closer to his heart than anyone. A song kept dearly between a small town boy and girl. A song about two young teens, briefly in love during an Irish summer. Near that summer's end, he's given the opportunity to pursue his singing dreams. They both know it'll end their relationship, however, she won't allow him to waste his talent just to stay with her. Two years later, and that boy has become world famous, a heart throb so to say, and the girl he owes it all to is moving from Ireland to the big city of London, hoping to start her life right. Rory Mulligan – the kind of girl that likes to walk barefoot because she says it keeps her grounded, smiles brighter and warmer than the morning sun, and genuinely encourages everyone with sweet words. She's far from figuring herself out, but the last thing she expects is to come across Niall Horan, or hear their very song over the radio while trying to. Rory may think she can pass by without so much as disrupting his extravagant life, but of course nothing can be that simple. He sang that he always would remember – and he meant it. "Cause you were mine for the summer, now we know its nearly over. Feels like snow in September, but I always will remember. You were my summer love. You always will be my summer love." All Rights Reserved 2013 ©: Alexandra [@AlexandraJoy] & Eleanor [@wonderrwall]

[COMPLETE] Sydney and Harry. Harry and Sydney. You could not simply say one and not add the other after. They're the best of friends, and have been that way for ten years. Throughout the years, they always vowed to one another to stay like that forever, even through the most trying of times. And yet, Harry feels something achingly more for his female companion. Something burning, something foreign, something both incredibly wonderful and confusing; a four lettered "something." But when the unimaginable happens to Sydney, something beyond the slightest fathom; will their decade together turn into eleven years, or will their friendship wither into something far beyond their vows? "Something else besides her spirit was broken that night, Harry. I think you know exactly what it is too." All Rights Reserved 2013 © BellaKramer