Prefs and such about the famous man band One Direction! ❤️

Winning means marrying your favorite boy. Losing means certain death. The Directioner Games have begun... An organization targeting celebrities for their money targets the world's most famous boyband- One Direction. Now that the organization has the boy's money, they decide to make a game; a game in which the fans can fight to the death over the boys. The Directioner Games. To their great surprise, millions of girls are willing to fight to the death. Each girl can choose which "district" they would like to represent- Harry, Niall, Louis, Liam, or Zayn. Then, each district would be"reaped," in which from millions of entries 24 girls from each district would be chosen to enter an arena to fight to the death. Only one girl from each district would come out alive, and win the hand of the boy of the district they are representing. Not only do they win the hand of the boy, but they win his release from capture as well. There are 5 seperate arenas, one for each district. Every moment is televised. Whoever wishes to watch, can. The only ones forced to watch are the boys. Each of their cells contains a TV, which will always be turned on to the live feed of their own district's arena. As all of the Tributes enter the arena, they fight for their lives, but more importantly, fight for the boys. A fandom that used to be so close knit and supportive are pushed to their limits as they are forced to make choices that push friends against enemies and life against love.

It's the take me home 2013 tour, but who knew that it would all go wrong. When Irish band member Niall Horan is mobbed by fans in front of thousands will it end in disaster or love at first.... OUCH!

Collection of one shots, deleted scenes and extra material related to the One Direction Series.

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.

Watty Awards 2013 Winner! {book 3} ✓ - ❝ The moment I lost my mum things changed. I changed. I realised that no one stays forever, everyone leaves at some point, whether is willingly or not, and you're left alone, broken on the floor. I won't go through that again. I won't give people the chance to break me like that again. I'll protect myself. I'm raising up my walls, higher than anyone has ever seen. I'll be safe. ❞

{book 2} ✓ - ❝ I'm tired of pity, of everyone looking at me like "poor Zayn, infatuated with his best mates's girl". I know it's not okay and if it were so easy to forget about her I would've done it already. It's not. But I just need time, not people to pity me and force me to move on. Why can't they understand that? I just need time and someone to understand. ❞

{bonus book} ✓ - Dearest Liam, From the moment I saw you, I knew you were going to be special. I just knew it. But you can’t always get what you want, or whom you want, can you? Some things are not meant to be. We never were, Liam. Never. Truly yours, Phoebe

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*