Selena hat nicht gerade viel Geld ihr Vater ist abgehauen als sie 6 war und ihre Mutter hat 2 Jobs um für sich und Selena zu Sorgen, Selena wollte ihr helfen, deshalb sang sie jeden Tag auf der Straße. Als sie wieder auf der Straße sang, kam ein Mann und gab ihr eine Karte auf der 'Hollywood Records' stand Als sie ein Vorstellungsgespräch hatte traf sie Justin, und alles änderte sich.

This is the story of my grumpy life. I will write which people I hate for special reasons. And yes, I am a grumpy bitch who pretty much hates everyone :)

Motel 6- where you may find cockroaches in the showers, questionable food in the vending machine, and maybe, possibly, some love along the way. © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

Evie Jones was seemingly in tact. Her life was a representation of perfection. Niall Horan was seemingly self-assured. His life a representation of indifference. On the outside, they were ideal; in no way flawed. But that was the outside- A mirage of falsity. Evie and Niall were platonic. An innocent friendship between two neighbours. But what happens when the outside walls begin to crumble and their built up perfections vanish? Will they step away? Or will they find love and stay? Niall Horan AU - this is fiction. *NOT TRANSLATING* This story will deal with issues that may cause personal triggers - depression, anxiety, and other mental disorders. If you struggle with any of these things, don't hesitate to talk to someone (a professional). You are loved and have a purpose.

A few Niam one Shots, Feel free to request or give me prompts, I'll dedicate those to you, Enjoy :D (Most of these suck, i was pretty young and i cringe every time i think abt them)

I like to make the funny

Every story needs a catalyst. For Wren Jamison, it was Walter Quinn. * * * * * Catalyst. Science will tell you it's a substance that speeds up change. So I looked forward to the day I would stop being a sleeping in, semi-seriously homeschooled, number one Dave Franco fan girl. But I never thought that day would come so soon, so quickly – and I never figured that Italian sports cars, designer clothes and an army of girls ready to claw my eyes out would come with it. And what exactly did I need to do to turn from a completely nutty nobody to the kind of person everyone kept their eye on? Simple. Just Add Walter. Copyright © 2014 CrayonChomper