What happens when Payton tries to fit in with her room mates by going out. Payton soon finds herself in a situation with one of Las Vegas gangs. She's soon picked by the Harry styles forcing her to do whatever he pleases.

Everybody in this world has a soulmate. When you are born, you are given a silver chain necklace with an intricate charm. There are only two that are exactly alike in the entire world. The caring ones, the shy ones, the confident ones, the tough ones, the angry ones, the sick ones, the crazy ones, everybody has a necklace. It's only if you choose to follow it, that you will find your one true love. When the town bad boy who is constantly in trouble discovers Harley is his soul mate, he doesn't wait a second to make sure she's all his.

Life is about to "change" for 18 year old Hannah when she meets a mysterious boy, Harry, who seems to be an expert at hiding secrets.

{book 5} - ❝ I'm Tammy Rodenhizer. Member of Prodigy. Rockstar. Rebel. And I don't trust you. I don't trust anyone and if you're wondering why, you're wasting your time for I'll never tell you. This is what I've become and this is all what I am today. And I'm content this way. I don't need anyone. ❞

{book 4} - ❝ All women are the same. One day they say they love you, that they are gonna be with you forever; the next they meet someone else, someone who can be with them when they need it, someone who shares their world. And then they tell you “but we can still be friends.” Yeah, you know what I think of that? Fuck you. That’s what I think. ❞

Sydney White is one of many of the One Direction's background dancers. She is also the only one who suddenly goes missing. When word gets out, things on the Take Me Home tour are turned upside down. No one is to be trusted, and everybody is a main suspect. Follow the clues with me, to find out who kidnapped Sydney White.

"Just be quiet, okay! You don't know anything about my life," I say pushing him away. "I know you need help," he says quietly. "I do not! Everything's under control, Harry!" But we both know I'm lying. I stare at my faded, worn black flip-flops, avoiding his green eyes. He steps forward, touching my shoulder, "So if everything's under control, then what happened to you yesterday?" He tries to get me to make eye contact and fails. "What happened with him Jessie? Did he hurt you?" He takes a closer look at me. "No he would never...look it's none of your business! I don't have to tell you anything," I yell, tears streaming down my bruised cheeks. I turn from him quickly and start to walk away. The next thing I know, I'm tripping over one of the tree limbs and looking up at the sky, Harry standing over me. But as I close my eyes, I see his face. The face of a man who has no morals. The face of a murderer that no one knows about (except me) with his cold, icy blue eyes staring at me and his guttural laugh. The face of my father.

“You’re making a huge mistake,” I whispered, my words cracked, crumbling at the seams like I was inside. He looked up at me, those bright, emerald irises danced with everything that I never was. “Maybe,” he shrugged. The words and the decision seemed to come easily for him. It was then that I realised that it was because he was normal. He’d done this so many times. “Or maybe,” he took my hands in his. They felt big as they enveloped my own; his touch foreign. “It could be the best decision of our lives.” - Love is overrated. Crying is overrated. Life is overrated. This is because Annabelle Salter is a simple girl. She doesn’t need these complications that are love, weakness, and opportunity. She’s a simple girl with a not so simple past. She had her life planned out: She was sticking it out with her mother in adoption – Ariel – in a small unheard of town in England until she turns nineteen. Home-schooled, quiet, reserved and having spent the majority of her childhood isolated from the reality that is danger, socialization and people, she isn’t prepared for the very complicated idea that comes crashing into her well thought out and organised life. After an anonymous phone call to her house in England, she receives news that she’s to travel to New England, America, over Christmas. It’s only law for things to go wrong when an eighteen year old girl who has no idea how to handle life, and mostly, people; gets thrown into working in a mansion containing masses of celebrities all battling it out for ignorant television. She’s just trying to survive her time there. Little did she think the thing she doubted the most, would get in the way.

Apparently, Lela Oswalt is Perrie Edwards. Or at least, after a switch-up at the airport and a deal made between the two, that's what everybody now thinks. Lela is prepared to pretend to be Perrie for the summer, but what she isn't prepared for, is to pretend to be Zayn Malik's girlfriend. When Zayn starts liking the new Perrie more than the old one, feelings for the boy of One Direction arise in Lela, and a new mess is created. Will Lela be able to pull off the act? *this is completely unedited as well as one of my first stories, please be kind :)

Hazel Francessca is the nerd. The one that everyone avoids at all costs. The one that walks alone down Lonely Avenue. But she doesn't mind. She actually likes it. Hazel always goes unnoticed, untill someone notices her. A black haired boy named Calum Hood. Will Hazel be able to handle her new found friendship? Or will she fall to pieces, return to her old ways and continue down Lonely Avenue?