in which a saint disguises himself as a sinner.

The official fan fiction for One Direction

Joslynn is best friends with Louis Tomlinson, and always has been. She's also become best friends with the rest of his band, One Direction. What will happen when Louis decides to visit after a whole year of not seeing each other, except over Skype? Joslynn starts to feel things that she's never felt for Louis. Louis starts to feel things that he's never felt for Joslynn. These two life-long best friends start to realize they need something more. Can they make it work without destroying their friendship in the process? *UNDERGOING EDITING, PLEASE DON'T JUDGE MY WORK I DID WHEN I WAS 12*

[✓] ∥ "Cloe." "Cloe?" "Yes, Cloe." "...As in Lorena Cloe?" "How many Cloes do we know?" The taller of the two college boys looked across the bar, at the brunette who was sitting at a table in the corner. She was drinking Coke and talking to her friend, which he recently realized is a routine of hers. He knew her well; from the hallways, as well as class. He knew she spent days with her head in a book, or talking to the same group of people. There was nothing really special about her, nor did she catch anyone's eye for longer than five seconds. It confused him how she seemed to like it that way. He also knew that she was not just hard to get, but nearly impossible to. For someone as confident as him, he doubted himself quite a bit when it came to her. Nevertheless, he turned to his friend, a relaxed and casual look on his face, making him seem almost bored. "Deal." - Watty Awards 2013 Winner - Copyright © 2013 by funkystyles

“I’m deeply sorry Lou” My voice cracked high pitch in harmony, terrified by his presence. He was the ‘rebel’ the ‘bad boy’ of the school and everyone feared him dreadfully. Black-inked distraught tattoos covered up his strong toned biceps and aligned his arms and neck. His blue eyes sparkled but were held back with a dark shade. His medium light brown hair swooshed on top of his head standing still in a perfect frame. His skin was a perfect tan and flawless, but some bruises diverted the concept. His leather jacket, black jeans, and spiky belt complied well with his bad boy look. I shamefully gathered my books, praying that no one saw my fall. I stood on my two feet, a bit unbalanced, and it took my breath away when I was face to face with Louis. “Watch where you’re going next time yeah?” He harshly said; practically threatening me. He leaned in, popping out his chest expecting me to startle back in fear. Only to his surprise I didn’t. He got closer, complying me to lean back on the lockers. He placed his right hand and one the left over my tiny frame. He hovered over me, making sure I was trapped. His hot breath tingled against my skin. We were nearly eye level. “So guess you aren’t scared of me.” He teasingly joked as I stood frozen in spot; speechless. I wasn’t just scared of him but frightened. I’ve heard so many horrible rumors I couldn’t even bear to finish the rest of what people were gossiping. According to all the rumors, he hurts anyone who gets in his way, doesn’t matter the gender or age. He's cold-hearted to children and elderly but is aggressive to anyone near his age. The rumor that terrified me the most was the possessiveness his holds. He always gets his ways regardless of who gets harmed. He enjoys it when people are scared of him. It gives him satisfaction knowing people won’t get in his way or they’ll know he’ll hurt them, physically.

One thing you should know about Cassie Nectar, is that she has a physco boyfriend. He's possessive, and treats her like a slave more than a girlfriend. So when she takes up the courage to put an end to their relationship - he's not happy. So much so, he tries to hurt her, but she's saved. By the dark haired and blue eyed boy that happens to be Louis Tomlinson. But is she safe?

[I wrote this at the beginning of 2013 and I was just starting to get settled with the techniques in writing. No worries, I've exceedingly improved far after finishing this story.] Niall Horan was a famous boxer. He was only inlove with boxing, nothing else. That is, one night, before his match, Olivia somehow stumbles her way into meeting him. But, not the way she would have wanted to. No one could steal his heart. No one but . . . her.