Warning: highly cliché and cheesy. Somehow once got to #1 in fanfiction

guardian angel (guard - i - an) (an - gel) noun. i. an angel believed to protect a certain person, from danger or error ii. a person who looks after, or is concerned with the welfare of another cover credit: wasema

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)

Toy [noun] - A person treated by another as a source of pleasure or amusement rather then with due seriousness. © 2013 Akshaya

Harry Styles. He's a broken pencil that can't be sharpened. His issues run skin deep, and though he looks like a fun time, he's bound to hurt you. He can get any girl he wants with just a shake of his head. Except for her. Carter White. She knew his reputation, and she wasn't about to get hurt. That is, until he catches her in his web, and she's stuck. But Harry isn't one to love, considering he's never loved anyone since the death of his mum, and Carter is living in the shadow of everyone else. Harry's not the type to change, and Carter is the type to trust too easily. But she's just a game to him. What is he to her?

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.

Widely known as a fierce and competitive Boxer Mr.Styles chance of caring is slim to none considering he's lost all who's important in his life.. Cryssy is open minded and going to uni to become a doctor with a fairly normal home life. You'd think the two are completely different, and trust me they are, but there's still one thing bringing the two back together again and again. The only problem? Harry Styles is determined not to give a shit. -All self promos on this story will be deleted!- *Currently being edited by @pescapaxton*

A feeling of discontent settled in my stomach as I gazed at Harry. He turned to watch the boys longingly, his eyes becoming glassy with tears. I wanted so desperately to run into his arms, to tell him everything was going to be okay, no matter what was wrong. But I am not even sure of this myself, that everything truly will be okay. Inside my own heart is an acid tearing away my hope, my faith, my trust. I am not quite sure I have anything beneficial to express. All we know at moment is how we feel, and how we feel is broken. We are broken.