"You're the good little church girl, this sort of thing shouldn't have happened!" Hunter exclaimed and I scoffed. "Please, you're the badass gang member, you shouldn't have got us lost!" I retorted, only to be rewarded with a scowl. "I'm a gang leader, not a navigator!" Being the girlfriend of Sheffield's toughest gang leader isn't all it's cracked up to be. With a break from University and after hours of convincing Hunter to sit back and relax, Andy decides it's time for a holiday. Staying in an Italian villa and working as lifeguards to pay off the room seems like the perfect getaway. That is until their night of freedom takes a wrong turning. Lost in Italy without their money and essentials, the couple are lost, homesick and a tiny bit aggravated. But where you have Hunter and Andy, you also have hours worth of arguments, bets and accidental detours. Not to mention the oh-so helpful advice from their dance troop and friends. Forget fighting as a member of a gang, getting back to their villa in one piece is going to be their biggest challenge yet. Badboy Isn't my Type spin off. Bad Boy Isn't My Type doesn't have to be read, this is also a stand alone novel.

"The good girl always falls for the bad boy," he sneered and I smirked. "Well, you're in luck because I'm not a good girl," I retorted, causing a small smile to appear on his face. "Prove it." When Andy Deeks moves away from home to attend university, she soon regrets not checking out the details on her new roommate first. Enter Hunter. Arrogant and a bad boy, yet totally irresistible. Andy soon finds herself shedding her good girl shell to teach this jerk a lesson. Dozens of bets, make out sessions and challenges causes Andy to start following Hunter's lead. Cliche story about the girl changing the player? No, the player is changing the good girl, and not for the better. This story has now been published with multiple changes! You can find it on Amazon and any other ebook distributors under 'The Good Girl's Guide to Bad Boys' (By Katie Hart)

52 Birthdays Harry spent with Louis. Larry Stylinson. 8000+ words (One-Shot)

This is a story filled with (y/n) imagines. I do not take requests.

Ash's a homeless girl, playing her guitar on the corner of London every night. Liam's a famous boy, desperate to get away from his fame. When he see's her playing one night,he commits himself to coming back for her. But just as the pair finally realise that their falling for each other, Ash's abusive father steps in and ruins everything. Will the couple ever be able to pick up the pieces?

An excerpt from the chapter The Biggest Loss The last word she said to me was "Oh." I think that killed me the most. Probably because I was expecting something along the lines of "Harry, Wait." as I turned to walk away. Not a door slamming in my face. Now it's been two days and I can't stop reliving every second of that moment in my head. What could I have done differently? Maybe I should have just kissed her right off the bat. I mean, actions speak louder than words, right? I can't help thinking of all the things I did wrong. After she shut the door in my face I just sat there on her doorstep for an hour. I listened to her cry. As much as I wanted to knock on the door again and tell her exactly how I feel, I couldn't. I didn't want to risk looking like a total loser because I had managed to let a few tears escape my eyes as well. Ok, maybe more than a few. Actually, I don't know how it is that she didn't hear me crying through the door. We were only about and inch or so apart yet it felt like she was miles from me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Birdie is a small town girl trying to cope with her best friends sudden fame. She picks up her bags and joins her best friend Cher on XFactor journey. She feels lost and alone being without her family and so far from home. With nothing to do in the new town she turns to her songwriting to keep her company. While Cher is off living the life of a star she sits in her hotel room all day and searches for inspiration.One day she visits the XFactor house and when she leaves forgets her song book. A charming boy named Harry finds it. What happens next? Read to find out more!

" sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴇғᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ. ᴛᴏᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʏs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʏ " [ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ:@ᴛᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅᴛᴇᴀʀs]

'I rolled off my bed drying the last tears. The ones I swore I'd never let escape my eyes. Not for that. Not for him.' Hannah lives in Mullingar, Ireland. Her life is pretty simple. Nothing much to it, really. Except she has to be cautious whenever she turns on the radio, the TV or when she reads a magazine. Why? Because she doesn't want to see his face. The boy who ruined her. A year passed since she managed to escape him. She's been trying her best to forget everything. Unfortunately for her, his year-old explosive fame doesn't play in her favor. Obviously. Having dated him for 3 years before he became famous, she can easily laugh at the image he and his boyband claim. Respect towards women? Please, she thought. Persuaded that with his new fame he's forgotten about her, which, in her opinion, is better anyways and wished she could say the same about her, she'll quickly be proven wrong. Knowing him by heart, she could reckon that when Niall Horan wants something, he gets it. And that's exactly what he did.

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I look into the blue eyes of my best friend and it feels like staring down a stranger. They are familiar and foreign all in the same moment, glossy and pleading. The dimly lit street allows only enough light to cast glimmers on our faces and subtle shadows on the ground. It's raining but I've hardly noticed; all I see is him. "Megan please don't go," he says desperately. "I-I'm sorry." A tear falls steadily down my cheek. I don't want to go but I have to be strong for myself. I run forward and wrap my arms around him in a hug. "I love you Niall," I say near his ear, "I just don't like the person you've become." I hold back a sob, "When my best friend comes back tell him to find me." I don't say another word I just go, leaving him all alone in the dark street...