Warning: highly cliché and cheesy. Somehow once got to #1 in fanfiction

Two friend's, practically twin's. Well, their random, and insane... and messed up.... annnnddd crazy. Well, what do you expect? One of them is American, the other is a fifth American, with a little of British, Dutch, Irish and Australian on the side. Who they are you ask? Well, their the Random twin's. One's obsessed with Cheesit's and Monster. The other's obsessed with Oreo's and Tea. They even talk like those creepy twin's from 'The Shining' the creep people out. And now, add One Direction into that little recipe for disaster.

{This is a finished story} "Vanessa?" A deep voice called out. I turned to face him, quickly wiping away the tears that began. "Yes?" I smiled, holding my head a little higher. Vanessa Keating doesn't cry in front of anyone. She certainly doesn't show weakness. A lanky body was leaned against a gleaming motorcycle. His aphotic hair was mussed onto his head and he took a drag from a cigarette that was wedged in between two of his fingers. A denim jacket sat on top of a white v-neck. Despite how cold it was, that's all he was wearing, besides jeans and shoes. Sunglasses rested on his nose, unable for me to see his inky eyes. "Everything alright?" He called from about ten feet away from me. "Yup. Everything's fine," I lied. He flicked the butt of the cigarette to the concrete, putting it out with his foot. Wasn't he scared he was going to get caught? He was on school grounds.

So, what happens when a young teenage girl gets a job as One Direction's guitar player for their tour? Well, it ends in love, relationships, tears, pain, friendships gained and broken, and enemies and alliances made. She and her band mates get spiraled into the realistic truth of sex, drugs, and rock n' roll. *NOT FOR YOUNG READERS*

For my eighteenth birthday, all I wanted was a car and a great life ahead but I guess God got carried away with the generosity because somehow, I ended up having One Direction's Zayn Malik as my boyfriend. And trust me, my life twisted in a way that would make professional gymnasts go "WHAT"

“I scheme my way into the hearts of people,” He said. “Traded your goodies for even more goodies? Schemed against your best friend? Plotted something so evil that you knew it was going to devastate her, but you did it anyway? Oh right, that’s not how you live,” He chuckled darkly. “Well tonight there’s a real stunner and you’re going to see how living is here. Survive baby girl, that’s what you have to do.” Keira never thought she’d end up in a place where violence was life. After the passing of her father, it is Keira’s job to take up his father throne, the throne to the underworld where crimes alight and sparks every day. Her only reassurance is street smart, blunt, inconsiderate, possessive and completely irresistible, Harry Styles. Despite the rumors running around, Harry isnt really looking for a hook up. But Keira is innocent, proactive, drop dead gorgeous and completely infuriating, creature he now has to lay eyes on every day. But she's so tempting he's willing to put a bullet to the rules or outright smash them if it means he can have her to himself. But running away is hard and tough and you have to keep looking over your back. In this business, you can’t trust no one, you're all alone and no one is there to pick you up and tell you, 'Its Okay.' Shit, this is the street life and there is no place for romance or a little innocent girl here. But Harry’s here and even though he hates her to the bone, he has her back. Or does he?

Hello, My name is Adelina Barnabas. Born in 1595, lived until 1612. I had a happy life, until I became sick. There was no cure for my disease at the time, so I was destined to die at the young age of 17 years old, which crushed my poor Mother's heart. But then, my crazy inventor Uncle created something that would preserve me inside of it until centuries and centuries later, where I would wake up and hopefully there would be a cure for me. And it worked! I didnt die and I stayed preserved in the machine, even after 400 years passed by. The bad thing about this? My soul wouldn't cooperate and wandered away from my body when I was preserved, so I roamed around my town, as a Ghost, observing it as it grew and more people came to live there. I guess I was kinda of.... Dead-ish? I still live in my own home, but yet no real people live there with me. I patiently wait and wait for someone to find my preserved body and release me. Hopefully, they'll have the antidote that I need to become better and live my life, in this new and cool century. But then, THEY moved in, and my Ghost life became upside down. I only two questions, though: 'What is One Direction?' And 'WHY did they just have to pick MY house to live in?!' **Read On To Read More**

Zoey accidentally gets stuck in a tour bus with One Direction. Every fans dream come true right? Well shes not a fan. She doesn't like them. It seems as if she's the only girl in the world that is immune to Direction Infection. But what happens when she starts falling for 1/5 of One Direction? Can she stay immune to Direction Infection? Or will she soon catch a cold for them too?

He brushed his lips against mine, I wanted more. I was reaching a new level of insanity. My breathing was becoming rough, I pushed myself closer to him and whispered into his ear, "Mr Horan likes to play dirty doesn't he?"

******READ A BIT OF MY LATEST CHAPTER TO SEE HOW MUCH MY WRITING HAS IMPROVED LIKE HONEST ITS SO CRINGEY I CANT****** Falling in love with your best friend seemed too cliche for my liking, so me and my best friend always knew we weren't going to do just that. However, life is so unexpected and before I knew it, I had a brain tumor, was stripped of my old life and given a new one. A life without my best friend, Niall Horan. I left the X Factor, where I had made it up to bootcamp, but it didn't matter. My dreams were crushed, there was no hope. I never did tell Niall, about my brain tumor and just cut contact with him. He didn't need to worry about me. What I didn't realize is that Faith also comes into play and well Faith does whatever the hell it wants. So next thing I know, here I am, reunited with my best friend. My brain tumor is gone, and I have my best friend back. It's times like these where I realize it's just a little too good to be true. And it is. Slowly, without even meaning to, I start falling for the boy who was none other then my best friend. Everyone knows falling in love with someone you simply cannot have is a nightmare, and I feel as though this nightmare will just never end.