Emilie Grey found her boyfriend Conner Hanglinton cheating on her after two years of dating. She's crushed but of course with the help of her crazy best friend she is going to move on. To bad, she didn't know just exactly how her best friend was going to help her until it was to late. Now she has the school's bad-ass not leaving her alone and even crazier than that are his bad boy kisses....

Lexi Grayson is a normal teenager, as normal as she can be with her unobserving skills and her overthinking mind. But she might need the overthinking if she wants to unravel the smirking mystery that is Blake Eaton.

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Elizabeth Walsh has to pretend to be Harry Style's girlfriend and it is not as easy as she thought it'd be. All she wanted was to meet her idol and that was the deal until...

Sam Greyland is just the summer working, coffee counter girl at Starbucks, and one hot, summer day, One Direction happens to stumble into her shop for some drinks. She tries to treat them just like any other customer, but she knows exactly who they are, and for an unknown reason, she despises them. When Niall Horan is the only band member to attempt real conversation with the coffee counter girl, he finds himself intrigued and fascinated by her. Wanting to meet again, he makes quite an effort to keep in contact with her, but there's only one problem... Sam gives him a fake name. A fake background. A fake number. Will Niall persist this girl who everyone is convinced wants nothing to do with him, or will he move on and risk losing the girl who could be The One? Copyright © 2012, TheCrazySide on Wattpad. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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

My flat's balcony was 10 stories high, and above the highway. I ran over to the ledge and climbed over he rail. My hands holding on the the rail, and my heels holding onto the ledge. "Whoa! Love!? What are you doing!?" One of the boys shouted in an accent I hadn't really heard around this part of England. "Babe!? What ever you're about to do, stop!" A British accent shot. "Are you drunk?!" One asked. "You don't know anything!" I shouted back, not looking at them. The flat's ledges weren't far from each other, just about 2 feet (in America). The blonde boy had jumped over his flat's ledge onto mine. "Go away!" I shouted. I didn't want their help, or their pity charity. "Love, why are you being so cross?" He asked me. "You don't know anything!" I shouted again. "Babe, you're going to get hurt. Come down off the ledge." He said quietly. I was breathing heavy, and was staring down at the never ending traffic below me. Jump. Do it. You have no one. No one loves you. Your life has not meaning, Grace. Do it. Jump. NOW! I took one last, small breath before letting go of the railing. I was falling, falling so fast. The adreniline was incredible. I was flying. Then, everything went black. READ THE SEQUEL: A DAY IN THE LIFE OF ADELINE HORAN