A girl who has just figured out what she wants to do with her life. She yearns to travel the globe; taste what the world has to offer; her hands are outstretched toward the feeling of utter and complete happiness knowing she is where she is supposed to be. Where she is destined to be. Not knowing that her so-called destiny means running into a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy of One Direction. Will she be brave enough to knock down her own walls and let him in? Will she let something that has the all-encompassing potential to be utterly and irrevocably amazing happen? --- Feel free to check out my Teen Fiction story, "7 Letters". Description: "For an insurmountable time, I sat there, in my parked car, staring blankly through the windshield with jumbled thoughts. How dare he try and charm his way back into my life? How could he? What he did was unforgivable. Unreasonable. The very thought of what he did makes me cringe and disgusted in not only him but of the person that I put so much faith and belief in. I believed he’d prove everything I ever thought, wrong. I believed the people I loved wouldn’t hurt me. But there I was again, proving myself wrong as well. I was left with nothing but hurt, doubt and regret weighing heavy on my weak, fragile shoulders." -- Age 5, 6 words and 7 letters. At the age of 5, there were 6 words and 7 letters that brought Philipa and Matthew together. Matthew was the last person Philipa expected to hurt her in the most unimaginable way possible. He proves her wrong and replaces all of the faith and trust she had in him and the world before her with doubt and distrust. Will these seven letters be the only thing to bring them back together like it did the first time? Link: http://www.wattpad.com/story/8282053-7-letters

"I have Art with you." His deep, raspy voice surges through me. My green eyes latch with his. I've never seen anything like them; they're huge and they sparkle, standing out against his dark fringe of lashes that brush his cheek when he blinks. His heart shaped lips curve into a sweet, inviting smile, pink and plump. His hair is dark and curly and shiny and... "Sorry, I have to go..." I push myself off of the ground with all of my strength, my fingers clasping around my bag and pulling it up with me. I hurry past him, my heart rate beginning to speed as my shoulder brushes his forearm. I'm terrified at this point. That small little touch...it made a sort of heat trickle all over my body, down to my toes. My whole body seems to go up in flames at the stupid contact our skin made, and when I look in the mirror of the girl's bathroom, my hair is just a few shades more orange than it's usual red, seeming like it's set ablaze. This can't be good. *** DISCLAIMER; This book is purely from my imagination and mine only. That means there shouldn't really be a duplicate one of me out there unless there's an alternate universe I'm not aware of. In other words; Do NOT copy my story, please. It's 100% mine from my brain, except for any characters that are being used fictionally. This story is a work of fiction as well. Thanks. (:

It's weird isn't it? How the awkward girl (me) can walk into a cafe and meet a hearthrob, not know who he is but some how connect with him in an instant. It's weird how this connection turns into love and before you know it i'm the envy of thousands of girls. What's really weird, is having the one you thought you loved make you regret ever walking into that cafe.

Scarlett ends up in a situation, miles away from home with Louis Tomlinson. However, she doesn't even know who he is. But there's more to the story than just surviving a fatal accident. No family, betrayed friends and lost in the big world, how will Scarlett survive? Sequel called 'Happy Never After'