As if life wasn't hard enough being bullied and treated like garbage all the time; my loathsome, insufferable seat mate just had to come with his "secrets" and torture my every waking hour. What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story. Disclaimer: This story was written in 2011. Just so you know.

One Direction would never even think of splitting up. Not until Zayn passes away in a car accident that all of the boys are involved in. They all feel guilty that they are still alive and everyone is very tense. Will they manage to start all over again without Zayn? Or will they just quit?