Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

How can I, Emma Parker, possibly fall into the arms of my best friend, Harry Styles, if I can't even tell him the most crucial and defining parts of my past? Lina, my other best friend seems to think that he and I are meant to be together. Could she be right? I just want an escape, from the nightmares, from the memories, from the fear and if anyone can help me it would be him. But I'm scared. I know it's all Harry wants, to be there for me and I know he's the key to my serenity if only I can muster up the courage to let him in. ***** |"Emma?" Someone said tapping me on the shoulder and derailing my train of thought. Weird, how did he know my name, I hadn't even talked to anyone yet, I barely spoke to the women giving out the welcome portfolios. Who on Gods green planet could know me here? It couldn't be Lina, she was most definitely still flirting with the boy at the desk and at any rate it was a man standing behind me. Turning around and taking my first look at him there was something familiar about him. It was the boy Lina had hand picked for me to date just a few moments before. Maybe it was meant to be I internally laughed at myself, fat chance. But there was something else about the tall boy with soft brown curls shaping his face, defined cheekbones, and piercing green eyes staring down at me. He had to be more than a random boy from across the room but what was it? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Those eyes had haunted me for years. Green globes that I hadn't seen in what, nine years? It couldn't be could it? Was it really him. "Harry?" | *** (This is my first time doing this so bear with me. Thanks! All the love, C) Harry Styles AU // This story has nothing to do with Harry Styles. His physical traits are used but nothing more. // This is fiction. Thoughts and feelings of characters don't represent mine or others. Please remember that. // Includes mature scenes without warning. // All Rights Reserved ©ccalianese 2016

"I have been watching you for a while now, my love" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Why are you doing this to me" I squeaked, earning a low chuckle from him. "Because" he said, moving his hands from the wall above my head and down my body, resting very low on my waist. "I can". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rank: 1st in Fanfiction WARNING: Contains sexual content and mature language, read at own risk!! Copyright All Rights Reserved © fxckingpayno

All eighteen year old Anna Lee wanted was a summer babysitting job. That's exactly what she got when she received a call from someone named Simon requesting a babysitter for his five sons. Who knew that the five boys would be the boy band One Direction? Or that sometimes they'd be babysitting her! (disclaimer: this was written by thirteen-year-old me, don't expect anything fantastic despite the amount of readers)

Olivia has had a crush on Zayn Malik from the moment she laid eyes on him, and I mean could you blame her? He was the Bradford Bad Boi with his dark brown eyes, and sweet but rare smile. He had a great singing voice. Or so she was told. Olivia was deaf. Plain and simple. Never heard her own voice, her laugh, or heard her brother Josh Devine play the drums. It was heartbreaking. She felt broken, and helpless. She saw her disability as a curse. Can she maybe look past her insecurities and look at herself the way Zayn sees her?

"What do you think he will do when he finds out?" I asked Zoey. "Nothing. He isn't your boyfriend is he? He has Perrie!" Zoey replied. "But why would he care?" I asked. "Is he the jealous type?" she smirked. I nodded and sighed.... Jasmine(or Jazzy/Jaz) lives with One Direction. Her mum put her up for adoption when she was five, due to depression, Jasmine doesn't know her father. She ran away from the carehome when she was fourteen and bumped into Zayn Malik. They have been friends eversince. Jasmine now lives with her best girl-friend Zoey and One Direction. They are both 17 years old and graduated recently. Zayn is Jasmine's best guy-friend and is VERY overprotective. He wants to think of her as his little sister, but the feelings are stronger. JUST A LITTLE NOTE: I am embarrassed by the amount of illiterate mistakes there are in this story, I am aware there are many. I wrote this about a year ago and honestly I cannot be bothered to go through and change every mistake. If anything bothers you, message me, always listening x

- because this moment simply is -

You probably think getting an arrange marriage with someone you don't even know is a pain in the arse right? Well, no. Not for Meera Pray Rosselles. That's actually the best thing that has happened to her since her parents died. Pray is a beautiful 18 year old who is shy around people, only has one best friend and well, has a major passion of dancing. Now meet Zayn. He's a 21 year old, handsome young lad, who came all the way from UK to marry Pray. Zayn is a hotty. Has a lot of friends, and is continuing to handle his father's company. They are getting arranged. Arranged to marry each other. Will everything turn out good? Or will it just end up just like another ordinary arrange marriage, where the couple just don't fit. Will they be able to raise a good family like their parents want them to? Most importantly...will they fall in love? It's just a normal thing for Muslim parents. Putting their son or daughter into an arrange marriage, expecting that they'll fall in love and raise a good family. It's just like a game to them. If both pawns fall in love with each other then their game succeeded, but if one falls and the other one is just left to play. Then the pawn is lost, lost forever. Will it turn out to be a love marriage? Or just another life getting ruined? P.S Zayn is not famous.