A feeling of discontent settled in my stomach as I gazed at Harry. He turned to watch the boys longingly, his eyes becoming glassy with tears. I wanted so desperately to run into his arms, to tell him everything was going to be okay, no matter what was wrong. But I am not even sure of this myself, that everything truly will be okay. Inside my own heart is an acid tearing away my hope, my faith, my trust. I am not quite sure I have anything beneficial to express. All we know at moment is how we feel, and how we feel is broken. We are broken.

Della has had a bad pass few months. She been stalked by a group of guys. they sent letter to following her to sneaking into her house at night to one very last thing that made her mom tick and pack things up and move from california to New York. ................................................................................................... I know it sounds stupid but please give it a chance (one direction fanfic)

Hopefully this book will make you laugh and it will be packed with laughs and imagine stories. Written By Abigail Elizabeth Taggart

Maya Hart, an average 17 year old, ambitious but bullied. Her brother died, thats the reason she gets battered and bruised by the school sluts. But what happens when she catches the school bus, her life will change forever, thats what happens....

"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..

This is a sequel to my book Crap Only Directioners Will Get, you can read this one first or go read the one from the first one and then this one. Whatever you want to do, but if you haven't read my first one here is what this guy is about. This is a book that will be filled with stuff that you will only get if you're a directioner. It will have inside jokes, goofy imagines, struggles of being a directioner, and anything else that is funny involving 1D that we can think of. Hopefully, it'll make you laugh, and make liquid shoot out of some sort of opening from your body. © _TeenageFangirl_ All Rights Reserved

Everyone has a secret, right? A secret no one is supposed to know about? But what if somebody does? Take Jade as an example. She was just walking home from work on a cold winter night when she heard screaming. No one was around usually at this time of night, and she was alone. She decided to ignore it, but heard it again. She followed the sound which lead into a nearby park. What happens when she sees something she's not supposed to see? What happens if the people who did the awful thing, knew she saw? What happens when the people who did the awful thing are the boys every girl around the world knows about named, One Direction? Copyright © 2012-2013 xxJadeStylesxx

Harry Styles the bully? And Chloe's always at the center of it. Her school life isnt exactly simple or easy when he's around. She hates his guts out. Theres not one thing that could change her mind on him or is there? Sequel http://www.wattpad.com/8853323-through-thick-and-thin-sequel-to-harry-styles-the

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*