“Is she dead? I think she’s dead,” someone said in a very, very British accent. “She’s not dead Louis, the doctors just gave her some medicine to make her sleep,” another boy’s voice said. “Do you think that’s her natural hair color?” a third voice asked. This one I could barely understand. There was a lilt to his voice that I just couldn’t put my finger on. “I don’t know Niall, why don’t you ask her when she wakes up?” someone replied sarcastically. Someone sighed, I was guessing Niall. “Her hair’s so, blond,” a boy said. “It’s okay Harry, we know you fancy blondes,” Louis said. “Just because I slept with that one blond girl does not mean I’m into blon-” “But she is pretty,” one of the voices said. I had lost track. “Yeah. She’s very pretty,” Harry murmured.

"Life itself is a chance. If you choose to waste it, or watch it as it goes by, well, you can only hope for a miracle." Amber is a teenage girl who beleives that you only get one chance at most things, and that second chances are super rare. When she misses her chance to meet her idols, One Direction, she is determined to get a second chance. But does life really give second chances?

{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. ❞

Best friends Marissa & Beth are in for a season full of laid-back work as Summer Camp councilors. The girls have shipped off to Twin Lakes for weeks of swimming, kids crafts, and fun in the sun - little did they know 5 celebrity boys would be joining the mix. Will they have an unforgettable summer alongside the members of One Direction, or will they hide in the shadows as the adventure of a lifetime unfolds without them?

I was just another fan to him. I didn't think by sending that one little tweet to Niall Horan, 1/5 of the famous boy band One Direction, my life would change forever. I was nothing special. Just like any other 17 year old girl. Hands touch, eyes meet and apparently, he saw something special in me.

~You know the saying, how you will always hurt the ones you love, well let me tell you, it works both ways~

{completed} ✓ - He lost the woman he once loved due to his fame, since then he promised he would never do such a thing to a normal girl again. He would never ruin another life again. But it’s not always that easy when life puts someone who you just can’t resist in front of you.

I lifted my gaze to meet his, utterly embarrassed that I ever even stepped foot into this room. I figured I could get in and out unnoticed.... Boy was I wrong. "What are you doing in here?" "The door was open and I saw my scarf-" I held up my scarf "I lost it earlier and I figured I could just pop in and take it back." "Oh," the boy next to him said. He smiled slightly at me, very obviously assessing my body. I rolled my eyes at him and tried to pass the boy barricade to leave the room. "Where are you going?" "Back to my room," I said simply. "Tell me your name first," the boy said, his brown eyes sparkling brilliantly. "No... I think I'll just go." "Well, mine's Liam," he offered. "Why don't you show her your toothbrush, that always reels them in," the other boys said, shuffling over to the couch. I blushed and looked at Liam, waiting. "Promise me you'll come back tomorrow," Liam said. I raised an eyebrow. "He's serious, he really is that romantic," the other boy called from the couch. Liam shot him a glare and he shrugged, his blue eyes sparkling in mischief. They seemed to be such opposites, but they somehow fit like a puzzle. They must be brothers or friends since birth. "Don't mind Louis, he's bitter because he's just been dumped," Liam said, smirking. "It was a mutual decision," Louis protested. "He likes to say that; it's less hurtful to himself," Liam whispered to me. "Now, can I get your name?" "Beth. Not that it matters."