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.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

I am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?

I was just another fan to him. I didn't think by sending that one little tweet to Niall Horan, 1/5 of the famous boy band One Direction, my life would change forever. I was nothing special. Just like any other 17 year old girl. Hands touch, eyes meet and apparently, he saw something special in me.

Molly Redwin has been pissed off at Louis Tomlinson for two years, And no one knows why. So when her friend Natalie invites her to a party, and Molly shows up, everyone starts to talk. And things start to heat up when she meets Louis again.... What happened that night? Its the questuion on everyone's lips, What made Molly leave Louis?

Hannah Heyward needs to face the facts: She's dead. There's no way she's coming back, to live, to laugh, to be with the people she loves. But then she's given a chance, a chance to say goodbye to the one person she loves most.

The Sequel to Your Good luck charm, What really happened over that Summer? What is Lucy hiding? Something changed, something big. But unknown to all, something far, far worse is about to happen to all of them. To someone they love dearly.

One Direction, One Direction, One Direction.. That's all some girls think. But not Lucy, She's to interested in, well... anything else. She's just living perfectly conntent when Harry comes back into her life, bringing along four new friends. Little does she know... that these friends change everything. Warning: The Letter 'J' might appear several times in the authors notes... It means Jinglefrog (My dogs nickname) if you were wondering.

There is new love, new hope, and new adventures to be shared. Ella is back at college to finish her second year with Luke with no fear in any trace of her DNA. She’s still young but taking on the world with her wide eyes. Things are different back in Doncaster. As a new love awakens, another begins to crumble. Meg and Louis aren’t seeing eye to eye anymore, but there’s one small gift that’s keeping them together. It’s their glimmer of hope and they just can’t seem to let it go. And it’s a good thing. Because a little bit of hope never hurt anyone.

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?*