My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

Savannah Gray boards a cruise to the Bahamas. Rumor has it that One Direction, a famous boy band, is going to be performing on the cruise. When a freak storm hits and the ship sinks, the only survivors are Savannah and One Direction, they have to work together to stay alive. Will they ever be rescued? There's only one thing to say...crazy things can happen when your stranded with five crazy and strange boys.

Emma and Harry used to be neighbours but one day he upped and left. Emma was always pretty much was out of touch with the social world and so she didn't know that Harry was becoming famous as part of One Direction. Emma moves to London and soon fate decides to reconnect her and Harry after a year apart. Sparks ignite between them and life generally gets better for Emma.. But things get better to get worse, life exists to stretch us to our limits, it challenges us to adapt and develop as humans. Things change, that's the only way one can adapt. Everyone makes irrational decisions, no one thinks things through. All anyone hopes is for Harry and Emma to get through this life together, but we can't all get what we want. Life has its ups and downs to make us who we are but can they handle every challenge that's brought with their relationship? THIS IS UNDER EDITING BUT IT STILL WILL MAKE SENSE, AND I MY WRITING GETS BETTER PLEASE BARE IN MIND IT WAS A STORY I STARTED A YEAR AGO BEFORE I EXPANDED MY IMAGINATION. WHEN THE BOXES HAVE AN x IN THEM THEY HAVE BEEN EDITED.

Acacia is living in a dull world with good grades, strict parents, and a clean image. Zayn Malik is just the opposite. With his tattoos, troubled home life, and parties every weekend. The only thing they can agree on is their common hatred for each other. Hatred that's been growing since kindergarten. To much surprise, a bet brings them and their secrets closer than they could ever have imagined.

Syreena Wate, mostly known as ‘The Dirty Angel’ is Zayn Malik’s personal stripper. She’s the one who dances for him and entertains him late at night. She’s the one who gets the cash stuffed in her underwear by him. She’s the one who gets money thrown by him. And she’s the one Zayn Malik is falling deeply in love with.

He leaned in closer, if that was even possible, his spearmint breath fanning across my face. My breathing got caught in my throat as he lowered his mouth to my ear. "You can deny liking me, wanting me, but let's face it- You're like all the rest. You're that good girl who so secretly but desperately wants to change me. All girls want to be the one that makes the bad boy change, they want him to change for them. So you can go around, acting like you don't care about me, go ahead Bella, do that. But let me tell you this, I enjoy a good chase, and that's exactly what you are. Cause Bella, I get what I want, and I want you." ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ My full name is Bellatrix Annaliese Brown. Yeah yeah, weird name. Anyways, I am from London, England and moved here once before when I was sixteen. After being bullied, I moved back to England, where I was living with my Aunt till my parents decided I should come back to America for my senior year in high school. As you can see, I don't have the best of luck, which I guess is why- I became the Bad Boy's Victim. ___________________ PUBLISHED AND CAN BE BOUGHT ON AMAZON! http://www.amazon.com/Being-Bad-Boys-Victim-Romantic-ebook/dp/B016PSBM70/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1445179301&sr=1-1

Kaylie had nothing. She moved across the world to get away from her abusive father. She worked a dead end job to barley get ends to meet. Kaylie knew no one in London. In fact, she wanted to keep it that way. She was used to being alone all the time considering she had basically raised herself. After losing the little she did have, she meets the one and only Niall Horan. After living through some struggles, he teaches her to trust people, and wants to help her. But will he bring up old things that she buried away for years? Will she find herself where she had started? Alone. Will she find her life just not worth the fight anymore?

Your eyeballs glued to his ass as he paced the floor in front of you. Your pen nervously tapping your desk, awaiting the ring of the bell. Your heart jolting every time he looked your way. You wanted more than anything to be his. But you knew it was impossible. A fantasy, too good to be true. And besides, what separates you from all those other beautiful women? All those models, actresses, and singers? Oh right. You’re his student.

"Mr. Tomlinson, what are-" I cut her off. "Babe, call me Louis." I said and chuckled when I felt the heat rise to her neck. "Louis, what are we?" She asked, and I pulled my lips away from her neck and looked her in the eye. "I don't know love," I pecked her on her soft and addicting lips before continuing. "But all I know is that your mine, and I'm yours." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Misery Annette Claire is a reserved and untrusting seventeen year old teen, who has been left to defend for herself and her alcoholic mother after her father left when she was younger. Because of this, she has a hard time believing that love truly exists, and if it does, it will only end in disaster. But when her all-girls school decides to hire five male teachers, one particularly stands out; Mr. Tomlinson, the music teacher. After the two meet, Louis makes it his mission to help the girl who seems so broken and lost. But what's fueling this need to help? Could it be love? If it is, will he be able to break down her sky-high walls and help her trust again? But when it comes to the law, nothing is sacrificed. Not even love. *Copyright to Horan_hugsrock

"I'll kiss you here," Harry said pointing to Alicia's lips and then his finger trailing down her neck. Harry saw her close her eyes and he couldn't help but smirk. She was just too innocent. "And then...." she breathes. "And then...." Harry hums and presses his body against hers. "I will do this." Harry puts both his hands in her hair and crashes their lips together. After several seconds he pulls back, gives himself a head shake and smiles at his student. "Thats it for now." With that Harry strides away from her, but that wouldn't be the last time.