She was beautiful, but not like the women who adorned magazine covers with their flawless skin and perfect hair. She was beautiful for the way she though, for the way her brain could conjure a tapestry of words that flowed like the Nile. She was beautiful for the passion she encompassed when defending something she believed in, for something she loved. Her beauty flowed because of the way she saw the world with such beauty and sadness, even with barren eyes. She was not beautiful for something as shallow as her looks, she was beautiful down to her soul. Copyright © 2013 by ssafehavens also known as SheeransGirlfriend. All rights reserved. **This novel was a fanfiction, but it is now 2018 and I have absolutely zero interest in One Direction. This is staying published for memory sake only, you do not have to read this at all.**

Broken. Betrayed. Hurt. Devastated. That's how Emily felt. Forgotten. Forgotten by someone who promised to never forget about her no matter how famous he got. Forgotten by her childhood best friend, Harry Styles.

The year is 2014 and Europe's biggest music event is about to begin. The event, which attracts millions of people from all over Europe every year, takes place in one of Europe's top countries within the music industry - Sweden. For four weeks, 35 of the world's most successful bands and artists are touring in Swedish cities. The ticets, which must be booked a year before, are overpriced, but people buy them anyway and often to go to several different concerts. It doesn't matter what music taste you have, you can always find a concert that suits you - everything from Kiss, Leona Lewis, Lady Gaga - even One Direction. This is where I come into the picture. My name is Jessica Warren and I'm turning nineteen in December. This is the story about the summer that changed my life. This is the story of how I met Harold Edward Styles. © by HisStyles 2012/2013

“I hope you don’t think of me as a sister, because sisters don’t do what I’m about to do to you.” I say closing the distance between us, pressing my lips to his. Waliyha Malik is a lucky girl. C'mon what else do you call Zayn Malik's sister? Blessed with everything a girl ever wants, things start changing when Niall Horan can't stop thinking about her. Throw Harry Styles into the game, who just wants to use her and get on with his life, things get really interesting. But shit happens when they both start falling in love. With the same girl. And what happens when someone in the band comes to know about her darkest secret? I really don't know of a better reason for a band breaking up. Do you?