{Book 1} Games are made to be played, but sometimes they take a turn for the worst. "Truth, or dare?" were the words that embedded themselves in Harry and Sage's relationship, and promptly ended it. Fast forward two years when Sage believes that Harry is no longer a part of her life and will have nothing to do with it. But life dares to bring Harry back, so what will it be, a cliché scenario of falling in love for a second time? Will heads clash? Or will the pair find they had never fallen out of love in the first place? All Rights Reserved © spraythesun (aka xAmberr_1Dx)

She was his main priority for years, but when he screws up and forgets where he started, can he make amends with her? Or will she forever be the one that got away? Warning: this story was written when I was around twelve/thirteen so the writing is not very good. Cover by xSnowKiss. All Rights Reserved. ©

It was the year 2009 when Niall was forcefully dragged out of the hospital room in tears, knowing he would never see his best friend again. She died with cancer at age 17... Or at least that's what everyone including the other lads of One Direction made Niall believe. ~UPDATES ON SATURDAYS [Hawaii Time]

*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

A feeling of discontent settled in my stomach as I gazed at Harry. He turned to watch the boys longingly, his eyes becoming glassy with tears. I wanted so desperately to run into his arms, to tell him everything was going to be okay, no matter what was wrong. But I am not even sure of this myself, that everything truly will be okay. Inside my own heart is an acid tearing away my hope, my faith, my trust. I am not quite sure I have anything beneficial to express. All we know at moment is how we feel, and how we feel is broken. We are broken.

Is this a story about an average girl, with overprotective parents that hide her from boys every chance they get, falling in love with a famous teenage heartthrob? Pshhh. Please. It's more complicated than that. That's not the story that Skylar Phan shares with a friend. But not just any friend. He's just like any normal boy, except for the fact that he is known internationally in a band named One Direction. But that's not where the plot ends though. Turns out he's not the only one with a superficial life story. Except Skylar doesn't quite know about hers. Oh, and one more thing. They've known each other all along. Aʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ, Dᴇsɪɢɴs ᴀɴᴅ Pᴀᴛᴇɴᴛs Aᴄᴛ 1988. Tʜɪs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇs/ᴇᴘɪʟᴏɢᴜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. Aɴʏ ᴜɴᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴘʏɪɴɢ, ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴄᴀsᴛɪɴɢ, ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅɪsᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ sᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛᴇs ᴀs ᴀɴ ɪɴғʀɪɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ. Aɴʏ ɪɴғʀɪɴɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ ɪs ᴘᴜɴɪsʜᴀʙʟᴇ ʙʏ ʟᴀᴡ. Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013 SistahOreo All rights reserved.

Like many typical girls, eighteen year-old Rachel Morgan falls head over heels for an out-of-reach guy, named Harry Styles, who, in her presence, tints her cheeks red, strips her of her vocabulary, and has all of the Earth's butterflies fluttering to her stomach. While her long-time best friend Niall is spilling his juice or crumbs from his Nando's chicken all over their usual cafeteria table, Rachel is spilling over Harry with her friends, Nat and Ashley. The only downside to Harry's lush, brown curls, cheeky dimples, and sensual, green eyes is that while he's wearing his husky blazers, preppy Jack Wills hoodies, or rusty Ramones t-shirts, he's got Rachel feeling like she's wearing an invisible cloak. But after joining the volleyball team, she dumps her invisible cloak for a jersey as Harry, who's also on the volleyball team, begins flirting with her. After the two go on an unplanned, syrupy adventure, they find themselves more close to each other than ever - that is, until a new guy moves into town; Zayn Malik. Starting off as a shy, artistic, and mysterious friend to Rachel, Zayn soon becomes the only wedge that could come between her fairy-tale relationship with Harry. Being Zayn's best friend, Liam Payne, the school jock, helps to further Rachel and Zayn's relationship. To complicate things even further, her best friends, Niall and Louis, begin to harbour secrets and spin cobwebs of their own. Then, a new girl with some baggage enrols into Beakman High School and gives Rachel an unpleasant feeling. What do you do when love gets complicated?

*MAJOR EDITING* The Olympics, where all the Olympians forget about their worries and focus on one thing. Winning. There has to be a winner and a loser, tears are shed, friendships are tested and everyone do their best in order to achieve their dream. In between all that, there's no place for love. Especially for a heart-broken French girl. For Anna it's all about winning. But one Irish lad is adamant on changing Anna's perspective. Will a month be enough or are Anna's wounds so hard to heal? After all, we can all have some 'Love During the Olympics'.

*NEEDS TO BE EDITED*. -IN THE PROCESS OF RE-WRITING- Zayn Malik? Everyone knows that name. He's the heartthrob from one of the most famous bands in the world, One Direction. He's the boy you would think would treat you like a princess, take you out on perfect dates, spoil you, shower you with kisses, and complement you whenever he can. But people don't know the real him. There's only one girl that does, and that's Skylar Bennett. She's the only girl that knows how Zayn Malik reacts when there's a problem. She's the only girl that has had to face him at his best and at his worst. Shes the only girl that had loved him for him, and not for some stupid boy band. She's the only girl that had actually been heartbroken by Zayn Malik. And now- Shes the only girl that has to share a tour bus with them, as well. All Rights Reserved © xTumbleADream

My name is Aria Lewis and I hate that guy who dropped frozen fish sticks on my head, for obvious reasons. His name? Harry Styles. Please, my dear reader, know that I tried my hardest not to punch the git. It was just so hard. A story of the green-eyed monster, Harry's red cheeks and burnt rainbow cupcakes. Oops.