Ariana's dad is an abuser, he abused her sister to death, and almost does to same to her. Lily and her decide its time to get away, and they run off to England. They run into One Direction, not knowing who they are, and Niall immedietly falls in love with her, and she starts to do the same until Harry sweet talks her. Soon, all the boys are competing for her, and it almost ruins the band. The boys shun each other, and in the process they start to shun Ariana, so she moves on to Ryan. The boys realize, and they try to team up against ryan, which brings them closer. Who will she choose? Niall or Harry? or someone else entirely?

Lena finds herself still in the 'friend zone' when it comes to this boy she really likes. Her and Nikki both found out that their major crushes, were the same person! As Nikki and Lena struggle to maintain their friendship, A new guy comes along. Noah, A blue eyed boy with the prettiest dirty blonde color Nikki could ever imagine. Nikki decides she is going to go for Noah while Lena sticks with Ashton. Lena's got it all planned out, when the new girl at school comes along. She has flawless, fair skin and a light orange hair color. Her hair was puffy, but it looked good on her. Her name was Emelia and she had her sights set on Ashton. Read On to see what happens next!

I tapped my pen onto my desk with anticipation. Why did I deserve to meet One Direction? I stared at my lifeless paper. The question kept skipping through my mind like a broken record player. Why did I, Cher Marie Lovett, deserve to meet One Direction? Lots of ideas swirled my mind, but one caught my attention. Without thinking twice, I scribbled onto the paper, “So I can lick Liam Payne's abs.” I know what you're thinking. That's probably the dumbest reason ever. But, hey, it was 100 percent truthful and its not like they're gonna read it anyways. Pretty pleased with my idea from God, I skipped over to Mrs. Richards’ desk and slammed down my masterpiece. “I'm finished,” I smirked with a mouthful of victory. Little did I know that a simple, ‘I'm finished’ would be my biggest regret yet.