"I love you!" "Don't speak like that, don't say goodbye. Not now! Please don't say goodbye!" She was turning hysterical. "You are beautiful Paige Summers!" I said weakly, my blood was staining her hands. I had lost so much blood. Slowly my eyes started to fade... "Louis, Louis wake up! NOOO HELP ME PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP!" Paige was a normal stylist who had one rule in her life: never mix work with personal life! She kept this rule easily...until she met One Direction. Slowly they become best friends and Louis falls in love with her, but he's not the only one! And when tradgedy strikes willl they get there in time or will the only direction they're going be down..

Confidence Meyers is the wall-flower of her school. No one pays any attention to the girl with a hippie name, but she doesn't care because she actually she prefers it like that. Why? Because she is the Post-it Note Girl, the mystery person who leaves inspiring messages all over peoples lockers, backpacks, book, etc. No one knows who she is. All she leaves is a message on every post-it saying, 'Love, your Post-it Note Girl'. Everyone wants to know who she is, even the teachers who are also left messages. The only person that knows Confidence is Post-it Note Girl is the schools janitor, who helps her keep her secret and put up messages. But just because the messages she leaves are inspiring doesn't mean, her life was so easy. So why did she start writing those messages in the first place..? So what happens when the school rebel, Chris, sees her one day leaving a Post-it Girl message? Instead of confronting her, he decides to make her the subject of his English report, which is worth 65% of his grade. Though, Chris gets more than he bargained for as he follows Confidence's life and discovers that Post-it Girls life isn't what people think...But in the process of all this...he starts to fall for her..

{book 1} ✓ - ❝ Once upon a time… Wait, are you shitting me? This story doesn’t start like this. On the contrary! This story is about a girl who thought had enough of men but, of course, her words backfired on her face. Yeah, this girl is me. An average girl… Okay, not so average, more insane, I would say. Whatever. This is my story and if you want to know what happened, keep reading, because it all started with an eating contest. ❞