My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

You guys fucking asked for it. So here it is, I put it back up even though I absolutely hate myself for writing this and think it's a pile of shit. BUT, I've gotten so many messages about putting it back up (which I just realized meant that it was accessible at ALL because of the update Wattpad made TWO FUCKING YEARS AGO about privacy settings or some shit. So, my bad. Also, don't expecct this to be updated. Like ever.) Niall and Liam are married and expecting a baby. What happens when the baby isn't what they expected? Now they have to figure out how they are going to cope with this special little baby. But, what happens when Niall finds out he's pregnant again? Follow Niall and Liam through drama, countless hospital visits, kid problems, heartbreak, and more. Will everything get better? Or will this dysfunctional family fall apart?

(Here For You) Zayn is happily married to Perrie Edwards(Malik) and they're expecting there second child any minute now. Lola, there first daughter is three and is definitely a momma's a girl. Perrie is not in Little Mix anymore do to being happily married and a mother. Zayn is still is still in One Direction so he's not home much, but what happens when Perrie's pregnancy goes wrong and she has to choose wether she keeps her healthy life and stays with only having one child and her lovely husband or have the healthy baby boy delivered and hope Perrrie makes it out of the hospital alive. It's going to be a tough choice, lots of tears, heart breaks, and diapers. If Zayn has to take the baby home with out Perrie will he be able to handle the two kids and stay in One Direction? (A/N) I'm posting the prologue now but the story won't start until the end of September due to all my other stories and school starting. If this sounds like its going to be good make sure to vote and add to your library, I promise it will start at the end of September or earlier depending on homework. -love ya

20 year old Bri Luxten has full custody of her younger directioner 7 year old sister Katelyn ever since her parents passed away 2 years ago in a car accident. They don't have any family that live anywhere near them back in London. It's hard for her to handle a seven year old, keep them healthy, take care if their flat, and keep up with college. But when she takes her little sister to a One Direction concert and they get to meet the 5 amazingly attractive and very talented boys, will her life change forever? Will one of the boys fall for her?

Prologue What would you do if your now famous (x-)boyfriend had to break up with you to try out on X-Factor? Niall broke up with Karlee Lingerton because he was going to try out on X-Factor and he didn't think a long distince relationship would work out. But Karlee didn't even bother to watch Niall on X-Factor once she found out she was pregnant with her and Niall's child as soon as Niall left. What happens when Niall comes back to Mullingar, Ireland to find out he has a one year old baby that he didn't even know about? Will Niall choose to be involved in Gabriela's (Gaby's) life or will he be to busy with his career to care?

I looked down at my stomach. A small bump was beginning to form, only if he knew. "Please don't go." I pleaded "I've wanted to do this forever, don't you want me to be happy?" He said grabbing his packed bag I sat on the bed we share in my apartment. Well the bed we did share, until he left. "Please, Niall. I love you." I begged "I love you too, but we're still so young and I know I'll make it far." I shook my head wishing I could wake up and see that this was all a dream, a nightmare at that "Niall I..." I trailed off, I was proud of Niall, I supported this, I supported it until I found out I was carrying our kid. 16 and pregnant, he'd leave me anyways, what would be the point in telling him? "Have some faith in me." He dropped his bag by the bedroom door and walked over to me, giving me the slightest bit of hope, he grabbed my face and kissed me "Bye, I hope I'll see you again." and he returned to his bag...leaving me.