With a lump in my throat, I looked down to place the sticker with my number on my shirt. When I looked back up, I took in the scene before me and nervously gulped. The waiting area was filled to the brim. There were literally no seats left, and so I backed into a corner, leaned my back against the wall and slumped down to the ground. I didn't quite know what to do with myself so I began fidgeting and playing with my thumbs. When I looked back up, I noticed someone staring at me, or rather, at the bottom of my shoe. I raised my eyebrow questioningly, and he began walking towards me. --- When Andrea Flynn first auditioned for The X Factor, she insisted on going alone. In any case, that's the way it's always been, just her and her old guitar. She found comfort in being by herself, and alone was her favorite thing to be. Little did she know, auditioning for Britain's top talent television show would mean that she would never be alone again, but maybe, just maybe, it wasn't such a bad thing after all. And when asked who she had to thank for her new life, she replied “her boots,” because they brought her to the audition, and most importantly, they brought her to Liam. Getting through didn't change her life. He did.

(if you're looking for an annoying, badly written story, here ya go bc I wrote this when I was 12 pls don't @ me) It all started with a contest on Twitter for Jazzella Morgan and One Direction to meet. She didn't care about the contest. She didn't even know that she WON the contest! And, she didn't really know One Direction. They made fake Twitter accounts, and who ever was the random person they followed was the winner. They followed Jazz, she followed back. And the drama begins. With love, lost, and lies on the line, will there be love for Liam and Jazz?

I silently stared out the window. I had been here for three hours, just staring at the spot in the driveway that her white BMW had been parked next to my navy blue camero for three and a half years. For three fucking hours, I had tried to force at least one tear to fall, but the tears just weren't there. The usual sting of disappointment was gone. Willing your self to cry is impossible, just like forcing your self not to fall in love or just trying really hard not to. The girl who threw me a surprise birthday party, who has been through everything with me, who I used to think about everytime I sang, who told me she loved me... The girl that I was supposed to be madly in love with, walked out my door three hours ago. My phone started ringing in my hand and I contemplated picking it up. Still staring at the spot in my driveway, I answered. "Hello." I mumbled almost inaudible into the phone. The sentance that came out of Harry Styles mouth, made me drop my phone to the floor.