"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

I don't like One Direction. So can someone please tell me why I'm stuck on a game show with the five boys who have stolen millions of girls' hearts?

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.

Flashing lights. That's all he could see: the pulsating strobe of a white brightness blinding him from the indistinguishable scenario playing out around him. He could not feel. Not the cool, autumn breeze, not the fog-like droplets of British showers, nothing. He couldn't hear anything. Maybe a dull thumping deep within, but nothing recognizable. Attempting to speak, he opened his mouth, trying to form words. He couldn't tell whether he was making any sound, letting out any kind of sign that he was distressed, but he knew it was worth a shot. As he began to fixate on his disabilities, he began to panic, and that's when it all went black. That is, also, where the story begins. // previously called Nirvana //

"You're nothing but a con man." "I prefer con artist, sweetheart." ➳ Winner of Season 3 1D Watty Awards for Best Smut

"This time I'm ready to run, escape from the city and follow the sun." "Well, I should probably get going." He said. "Me too." She hummed along in agreement. "Where are you off to?" "I'm going on a road trip." He grinned. "And you?" "My wedding." © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

AU where Zayn’s a journalist who finds rock star, Harry Styles, passed out outside his motel room. (Smut with a capital S, so if you're used to my usual stuff, proceed with caution.)

My name is Eleanor Calder. You might know who I am. I model, but millions of teenage girls knew me as the girl who dated Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. Yeah, I said dated. No we did not break up. How are we not together if we didn't break up? He died. Louis Tomlinson died. As well as: Niall Horan Liam Payne and Harry Styles. You may recognise them as well. As well as a girl named Danielle Peazer, my best friend. Also Liam Payne's girlfriend. Dead. Gone. There one day and gone the next. Deceased. Get it now? Not in complete shock? One other thing, did you notice that there was one missing from the list? Someone who is usually mentioned? Someone by the name of Zayn Malik? Well he's still alive. Right here next to me, right now. He says hello. This is our story of what happened when One Direction died. The world will never be the same. I guarantee it.

Take one accident prone boy and one witty girl, put them in a crappy apartment with a scary landlord and make them meet each other naked in the shower. Now let the chaos ensue.

[COMPLETED] What would you do if your roommate was the person you hate the most? Amy now lives with her enemy. The one who broke her heart and she hated. The one and only, Harry Styles. © londonstars