*** I DID NOT MAKE THE PLOT TO THIS UP! BRISHBUMS DID! I AM MAKING A SEQUEL SINCE I DON'T WANT THE STORY TO END AND MANY OTHER PEOPLE DON'T WANT THE STORY TO END! DO NOT READ IF YOU DID NOT READ THE ORIGINAL SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY! Thank you.*** ***Cover made by shivaniso16 *** BETTER VERSION: http://www.wattpad.com/20675081-sleeping-with-the-enemy-sequel-chapter-1?d=ud *** Jane Hendricks and Harry Styles were arch enemies. Not JUST enemies, but it was just completely hate between the two. Although what others didn't know, was that Jane had a past with Harry. Even enemies could fall in love.. But that was then, and this is now, as others say. It turns out, it wasn't love they were in back then. It was a stupid bet that Harry's friends made him do. And that was to sleep with the enemy.. Who knew one silly night could change the two? All Jane and Harry wanted to do, was let go of that unusual past they had, and never look back again. But what happens when both of these two.. Meet again?

[THE SEQUEL IS UP NOW, IT'S CALLED BIRDS] Maddie was just an ordinary girl. She worked in a music shop, and she sang at a pub to save some money. And then she met him. Let's say he wasn't as ordinary, because you can't say that singing in big stadiums and attending awards ceremonies is ordinary at all. I guess that's why she couldn't stand him. She thought he was just the typical arrogant kind of boy who thought he got it all. But there was some other reason why she didn't want him to get any closer to her, something he didn't know. However, if there's something I'm certain of, is that they weren't as different as they thought. They both loved music with passion, they both had strong personalities. And the most important thing of all, they both needed someone to keep them warm.

Rose Compton is an innocent eight year old girl, dying from cancer. After a year of numerous treatments and pleas to recovery they've declared her battle with cancer lost and she should expect for her time to pass to come soon. This is a short story I had to write for school. The assignment was to write between 500-1500 words on a scene of a child's death and to make it fairly light hearted and not gory. Vote and comment if you like it:)

-COMPLETED -BK 3 IN PROGRESS- Business. It's all about business now. Nobody should give a single damn about love or how it does and doesn’t affect things. But Ashley does. After almost a year of absolutely nothing exchanged between her and Niall she's almost at breaking point. Nothing's worth it without him, right? Wrong. What if you got that second chance? That chance to scrap the first take and go for a Second Snapshot? A crazy encounter at the wrong time can lead to a lot of things changing. For better or for worse is unknown, but then again, now, what isn't? But when so many lies and fake smiles have lead them up to this point is it really wise to even spare each other a second glance? When everything's uncertain and nobody can seem to utter a word about what happened and what still lingers now nothing seems possible for changing. Change is scary, it's foreign and it spells for everything Ashley's not used to, un-organisation. Life works like clockwork for Ashley but when Niall comes back fully prepared to be her spanner in the works things aren't always as bad or as good as they may seem. Because now, everything happens for a reason and nothing's going to go un-noticed under the watchful eye of the people that are ready to do just about anything and everything to keep Niall and Ashley away from each other, have no direct contact and most of all, make sure they do not, under any circumstances; fall in love again. But little do they know that falling in love again is not a possibility as oblivious to the other, neither of them ever fell out of it. This is THE seuqel to -Picture This (Niall Horan) and you will want to read that before this in order for it to make sense:D

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

Some tips I put together that are not yet completed. They are no way writing law or anything, but they're mostly things I feel strongly about. I suggest you read the little note at the beginning.

“You’re making a huge mistake,” I whispered, my words cracked, crumbling at the seams like I was inside. He looked up at me, those bright, emerald irises danced with everything that I never was. “Maybe,” he shrugged. The words and the decision seemed to come easily for him. It was then that I realised that it was because he was normal. He’d done this so many times. “Or maybe,” he took my hands in his. They felt big as they enveloped my own; his touch foreign. “It could be the best decision of our lives.” - Love is overrated. Crying is overrated. Life is overrated. This is because Annabelle Salter is a simple girl. She doesn’t need these complications that are love, weakness, and opportunity. She’s a simple girl with a not so simple past. She had her life planned out: She was sticking it out with her mother in adoption – Ariel – in a small unheard of town in England until she turns nineteen. Home-schooled, quiet, reserved and having spent the majority of her childhood isolated from the reality that is danger, socialization and people, she isn’t prepared for the very complicated idea that comes crashing into her well thought out and organised life. After an anonymous phone call to her house in England, she receives news that she’s to travel to New England, America, over Christmas. It’s only law for things to go wrong when an eighteen year old girl who has no idea how to handle life, and mostly, people; gets thrown into working in a mansion containing masses of celebrities all battling it out for ignorant television. She’s just trying to survive her time there. Little did she think the thing she doubted the most, would get in the way.

He broke the promise that would've kept our friendship together. No calls, texts, facetimes, or any signs of communication while he was off at X Factor. So what happens when Niall comes back and expects to be treated the same? Well, what happens is the exact opposite of what he was thinking. I simply ignored his sorry ass- I mean butt. But me being the considerate person I am, gave Niall one more chance at being my friend. Prank War. The prize for the winner is simple, but can change everything in a heartbeat. If I win, I choose where our friendship stands. If Niall wins, he chooses where our friendship stands. So I have one last thing to say to you Niall, before the war begins. Game On, Horan.

*Sequel to Niall Horan Is My Guitar Teacher?!?* *COMPLETED* Some say people change. Some say that it is just from growing up. Ever since Elizabeth left Niall and the lads for her world tour she has completely changed herself. She tries to keep contact with the lads but its no use. The time differences and trust issues are a problem. Especially with her new manager, Ann, not allowing her to talk to them anymore. She forgets about them and continues on with her world tour. But when she bumps into the lads she is completely shocked and so are they. She isn’t the same person she was before. Niall is trying to get her back. Zayn is trying to figure out his feelings for Liz. Liz finds out she has another brother. Louis tries to steal Liz's oreos without Liz noticing. If you want to see what will happen on their crazy adventure read Everything Has Changed.

Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."