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Since You've Been Gone (One Direction Fan Fiction) by My1DBucketlist12
My1DBucketlist12
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Bella a ordinary girl from Sydney moved to Holmes Chapel a small town in England with her father when she was 11 after the tragic death of her Mother. Where she met her best friend Harry. They were inseperable, like two peas in a pod for 5 years. Until she was forced to move back to Sydney with her Father and Harry went and auditioned for X-factor in London. Thats when everything began to change. Bella developed a life threatning illness, and was suffering silently. It wasnt till 2 years later when they reunited in Sydney, when Harry and his Band One Direction, currently the biggest boy band in the world, came down under on Tour. Will Bella secret come out? will there friendship stand the test of time? or will it be a friendship better left in the past? Can guys and girls truly be best friends, or will one fall for the other? Or will Bella find Love with another member of the world famous boy band? How will this story unfold?
Princess [ n.h. ] by paynestea
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《 in progress 》 - inconsistent updates . . . . . Just a normal day as a flight attendant. "Flight 770 to Paris, France. You may unbuckle your seat belts. Refreshments will be served shortly." I started from economy, row by row, serving drinks and distributing food, and finally arrived at the business class section. "Drink, sir?" I said, and he didn't reply. I looked down to see a boy, about the same age as me, with messy, blonde hair, blue eyes piercing through my dark brown ones, mouth open and eyebrows raised. He looks extremely familiar. His friend next to him has the same expression as he does, only with black hair, surprisingly handsome with his stubble. "I-I'm sorry... is there a problem?" "It's me, Clara! Niall..." Everything stops. I ran away to the very back of the plane, hearing screaming and crying behind me. I turned around. The heartthrob was following me. I prayed that he would stop chasing me. It had to be on a plane... why, God? . . . . . © PaynesTea Works