She's had a bad past. No guy ever treating her the way she should be treated. Emilee has never been one to take it slow, she always thought she was ready to have a new relationship. Why when Zayn comes into her life she wants to take it slow and get to know him? Is it his big brown eyes, the fact that he treats her well. Or maybe the fact that she might actually love him? But then comes Harry. The boy who will not give up on Emilee. Who gets every girl he ever wants and the one who she grows closest to and spills all her secrets to. The one who listens to her and is not afriad to show his love for her. Its a hard desision to make. Will emilee make the best one? Will she let go of her past and look at the future. OR does she even think she has a future thanks to her abusive Ex. Toby. Will she open up to her mom and tell her anything or just keep everythng bottled up inside of her. Will she come foward to all he mistakes and keep the love of her life at the same time?

From eight year olds to eighty-eight year olds. Letters from Liam.

*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I admitted. "I used to be friends with a girl named Darcy... but she was kidnapped and never found again. I think that I'd like to name my daughter Darcy in her memory." My heart started to ache as I remembered Darcy Monroe and knew that I would never see her again. Or so I thought. © Copyright 2013. 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

When normal people look at me, they turn to whisper to their friends. I hear what they say. They say, “Wow. Look at that girl's eyes! She’s not actually that pretty though, I guess. Her clothes look expensive. Her parents must be wealthy folk. What a snob.” I get used to that though. When my classmates at school look at me, they tend gossip among themselves. They talk about me, and they whisper, “That’s Clara Stends. She’s the one that best friends with Anna DeMancini. Yes, DeMancini as in the Royal DeMancini Corp. She also has this thing with Anna’s older brother, Eric. Yes, Eric, the hot one. I've heard she’s had a crush on him since she moved here like ten years ago. I don’t know why he likes her. She’s so ugly. She's probably just using him for his money.” It used to hurt, but not anymore. I get used to it. When teenage girls look at me, they scream. I have no problem figuring out what they say. They tell me, “You are so pretty! I wish I was you! Can I get a picture with you? Can I have an autograph? You are my idol. How’s Niall’s doing?” Sometimes, I get mobbed by them. Am I famous? No, I’m not famous. My best friend is though. He’s in a boy band. I get used to this too. That’s not all there is to me. They don’t see my scars. They don’t see my memories. They don’t see my dreams. They don’t see my real life. If they did, they would run away and never look at me or think of me ever again. My life is an intricate spider web. It’s tangled and frayed. It’s ripped up and only hanging on by one single strand. **Read it on Tumblr at mtwmte.tumblr.com ***Cover by @_prettyreckless

Brinley Monroe thought her life was finally going good. Her best friend applied for the X Factor, her parents got back together, and she had become less shy. But then things changed. Her friend became famous, her parents died, and she was alone in the world. Things changed and her world is once agin twisted when she reunites with someone from her past. Can she trust him and accept his love or will things spiral out of control?