Elena Carter was the most beautiful and popular girl you'd ever lay your eyes on. She has the perfect face, perfect personality, and perfect grades. She's the most popular girl in her high school in Holmes Chapel, and everyone adores her. Harry Styles is the school's bad ass. You would see him with his four best friends, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, and Niall Horan all the time. It's safe to say that Harry's the leader of the group, and it's also safe to say that those four boys are the more feared people in Holmes Chapel. They get drunk, get into fights, and just have that bad guy aura around them. Harry and Elena are polar opposites. So what happens when detention brings them together? And Elena's parents try to tear them apart?

Jamie isn't your average girl. She loves sports, any sport; but one speaks louder to her than any other: soccer. She has sacrificed everything to soccer; her time, her money, and her pain. She takes pride in her success, she believes she's the best player on her team, and possibly in the world. She is offered to play for Charity, of course she doesn't deny it; she'd be playing with her favorite players! The game takes an unexpected turn when she meets someone who shares a pride like Jamie's, and it wasn't pride for the field, it was pride on the stage. What will happen when Louis Tomlinson of One Direction collides with Future-Superstar Jamie Morgan?

Book 1 After an ugly divorce happens Ally is left to live with her father and his new fiance's Jay. As she has only met this woman once she and her two siblings move from New York to Doncaster in England. What Ally doesn't know is that Jay has children of her own. Her soon to be step brother is no other than the Louis Tomlinson from One Direction. Can she fall in love with a boy that she should, will she finally cope with the divorce or will it ruin her life, and lastly can she ruin One Direction Read and find out Copyright ©2012 xxchristi16xx *All Rights Reserved*

"It's funny, really, how in the midst of torturous pain, immense suffering, and looming dread, everything seems to disappear around you. Emotions flea, pain evaporates, and you're left to feel nothing. You don't protest; there's nothing you can do. You just lay there and allow whatever it is to keep doing it, to keep harrowing you. You don't become wracked with sobs; you don't cry out for help; you don't push, shove, or shriek. There's no one to save you. You lay there motionless, almost as if you were in a deep unconscious sleep. Because feeling nothing, is better than feeling something of weary misery and hopelessness. Feeling nothing in the midst of pain was doable; it was tolerable. It's odd, really, that you feel nothing when you are fitfully defeated because it is better than feeling the insufferable pain which insinuates that of a broken soul."