Sabi nila, pag nag bilang ka raw ng siyam na bituin sa loob ng siyam na araw at sinabi mo ang hiling mo, magkakatotoo raw ito. Ang hirap maniwala sa mga pamahiin na 'yan, pero wala naman masama kung susubukan 'di ba? Malay natin magkatotoo ang hiling ko na sana....magustuhan mo rin ako.

She doesn't remember anything. Their first date, their first kiss, the first time he bought her flowers, their first fight. She doesn't even know who he is. She's forgotten something horrible, something no one wants to remind her of. So what exactly happens when everything disappears?

Lauren was an ordinary girl. Or at least that's what she aspired to be. But when you're the sister of a famous performer, privacy is a luxury. Throw in a youtube account where no one can tell who she is, and you've got a recipe for disaster. How can Lauren juggle being a famous sibling, a youtuber, and an ordinary college girl? Especially when a member of One Direction sticks his nose into her business. And Miley Cyrus thought she had it hard.

Three things happened simultaneously: the beer bottle dropped from his hand and shattered on the floor, my father let out a deep, throaty chuckle, and his hand had struck me across the face. I put my hand on the spot he had just hit and felt the heat and sting of the impact. I looked down at the broken beer bottle, still holding my hand on my cheek, and I felt a heavy boot kick into my waist. I fought back tears and stayed silent. After a few moments, I heard the footsteps retreating and the sound of a door slamming shut. When I was sure he was gone, I looked away from the broken bottle, and tears welled up in my eyes. I never showed my weaknesses to my father, happiness was the last thing I wanted to give him. After a few minutes, I pulled myself off the floor and slowly approached my dresser, cautiously opening the top drawer and moving some socks out of the way. I pulled out a long blade, and with trembling hands, slid it across my wrist, adding to the collection of scars. I began to quietly sing a familiar tune that seemed to comfort me in times like this: “Heart beats harder, time escapes me, trembling hands touch skin, it makes it harder, and the tears stream down my face. If we could only have this life for one more day, if we could only turn back time…” My voice trailed off and I drifted to sleep.

When Niall, Zayn, Harry, Louis and Liam we're all little, they had an angel protecting them. The same angel. She watched over them, trying to protect them. She gave them all a bracelet with specific things on it and one certain thing was on each of them. The symbol "1D". As they grew, if they ever felt lonely, they would repeat the names of the charms and she would be there with them. Once they meet, they find out that it was the same angel...but darkness is taking over the angels of the Music department. Making kids turn on their angels...only she can fight it along with her friends...but what if...they get to her boys first? CAUTION: THIS STORY WAS MADE WHEN I WAS JUST A STARTER FAN. IT HAS MUCH CRINGE WORTHY MATERIAL WHICH I'M SORRY FOR PUTTING. YOU MAY TRY READING, BUT IT IS CRINGE WORTHY. I'M SORRY. Their Guardian Angel | One Direction © 2013, analfunlarry Self publishing All Rights Reserved

I don't like One Direction. So can someone please tell me why I'm stuck on a game show with the five boys who have stolen millions of girls' hearts?