This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

Beth was a simple girl. She liked simple things such as dancing and music. However, one simple thing that Beth did not like was herself. TRIGGER WARNING: self harm, ED, etc.

Andie just got kicked out of her high school. As a trouble making senior, her parents are making her move to England with her Uncle- who happens to be the co-manager of Simon Cowell's record label. Who will she love? Who will she hurt? Be prepared to yell at a few characters, cheer for love, scream for break up, crying, and having your head spin. -I wrote this during the summer of 2012, so it's not my best work. I have changed so much (and improved) as a writer. But I really love this story, and I think you will too- P.S. Due to the weak plot line, I took bits of this and placed them into my next story. It's not a fan fiction like 5G1BP1D, but hopefully a bit more solidified. :D

NOW PUBLISHED BY SOURCEBOOKS FIRE! Sixteen-year-old Jackie Howard knows nothing about her new guardian Katherine Walter when she moves from New York to Colorado. After discovering that Katherine has twelve boys, Jackie fears that living in the Walter house isn't going to be easy. It's just icing on the cake that the boys look like models... Cover design by pizzazz-

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION The Bro Code says to leave no bro behind... But what happens when you have to choose between love and friendship? ***** Nick Maguire would never betray his best friends, Carter and Austin, by breaking The Bro Code, and he knows they'd never do that either. They've got each other's backs. That is, until Carter's sister, Eliza, returns from Australia. Unfortunately, Eliza is basically incredible, and Nick almost immediately falls head over heels. The two begin to form an undeniable bond that crackles with electricity - and spells a whole lot of trouble. Nick is about to find out that codes are made to be broken. [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]]

One Direction fan fic. I did not write this story (I wish I did its sooo good). I don't know who wrote it either, I would gladly give them credit because they deserve it. Anyways i posted it on here so it's easier to find/read. :)

Teagan Sky is in for a rough year. Her mother is being transfered to Tokyo for a year and she can't take Teagan with her. Not that Teagan woud go anyways. At 17 years old, she's old enough to take care of herself, but not old enough to stay home alone for a year. Nobody is willing to take in Teagan for a whole year, especially if they know her well. Trouble and mischeif follow her eveyrwhere. But sure enough, her mother finds a spot for her, with an old high school friend who owes her a few favours. Her son is 18, living solo, certainly has room for Teagan. But this son isn't a regular 18 year guy. He sells out tours in 11 minutes, he makes albums and he has millions twitter followers. Why? Because this 'son' is Harry Styles and he and his four friends are about to make this year unforgettable.

Everything is dip dyed isn't it? Sometimes most of it is happy, and some times most of it is sad. -I WAS 12 DON'T READ-

What happens when your bestfriend/lover is brutally murdered. You start blaming yourself for it. That's exactly what Tayla Dawson is doing. But what if it turned out to be one big lie? This fanfiction is a mix of love and loss. Read it to find out. The summary sucks, but the book is much better, i promise. I hadn't eaten for days. Spoken for weeks. Or been out of my house for months. It'd been almost four months. Three months and 19 days since he left. The pain was still numbing. It wasn't that pain where you scratch your knee or cut your leg. It was the feeling of loss. Never being able to see him again, it both physically and emotionally destroyed me, it really did. The vision in my head was so clear, i felt as if it would never leave me. The pain still lingered, when was it going to go away? Nobody knew. Three months and 19 days ago my best friend had been murdered. All the questions were still left unanswered, the pieces to the puzzle still missing. They still didn't know. Three months and 19 days ago, Harry Styles was taken away from my grasp. Forever.

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.