"Let's call this your Memory Jar. Every time you remember something, no matter how insignificant, I want you to write it down and put it in this jar. You don't have to share your memories with anyone unless you want to, not even me, but I want you to bring this every week that we meet. Hopefully, in no time it'll be overflowing." - Dana is nothing but a lowly street rat, until the day she gets into a dangerous accident, causing her to lose something heartbreakingly important: Her memory. The only reason she lives is because of Zayn, who finds her in the alley behind a restaurant he's eating at. When she wakes up later, panicked and distraught with only a sliver of a memory, Zayn can't bring himself to make it worse and tell her that she's had nothing for her entire life. So he lies... and says he's her brother. How can Zayn keep this secret from Dana? What does he do when she begins getting fragments of her memory back? What's to become of her father and brother, still on the streets? And what will Dana do if she begins getting unwanted and inappropriate feelings for her "brother"? Copyright © 2012, TheCrazySide on Wattpad. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

(heterosexual/werewolf/one direction) fanfic between a boy named Zayn Malik, His pack, and an average girl named India Roberts... "You’re probably wondering who I am, and why I am laying on the bank of a lake in Alaska at night. My name is India Roberts, and I was on a business trip with my dad. He’s a landscape photographer; he was recently hired by some magazine to go to Alaska and take photos. Me, wanting to follow in his footsteps, tagged along. I had to beg my mother to let me join him, stupid me" India stumbles on Zayn and his pack in the wrong way

Louis Tomlinson has fallen hard-- for his best mate Harry Styles. Louis has been hiding his feelings for months, but suddenly his lies are beginning to crumble. Caught in an intense web of lies, love, fear, and betrayal, both Louis and Harry struggle to some to terms with their strange feelings. But is telling the truth as easy as telling a little white lie?