Don't Get Too Close (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)
[COMPLETED] You're not the only one with a haunting past. (No translations permitted.)
[COMPLETED] You're not the only one with a haunting past. (No translations permitted.)
- because this moment simply is -
When you’re in love you would do anything for that one person even if it is crazy, you would give up everything for them if it made them happy and that’s exactly what Emma Tomlinson does; she gives up here whole life, her family, her friends, her home just to keep Harry Styles' biggest secret; his daughter. But there...
One day in his hotel room, Niall gets a package of twenty one letters. Twenty one letters about a girl who poured her heart out to Niall, a girl who is dying inside and is trying to fix herself again. As Niall begins to read, and the letters begin to run out, he finds himself knowing and loving this girl, all the whil...
Niall Horan made one mistake. Just one, and suddenly, his entire world gets flipped upside down. He shouldn't have driven the car. It was stupid to drive after having so much to drink. He didn't mean to get into the driver's seat. He didn't mean to tell Liam to get in the passenger's side. He didn't mean to crash. And...
Six Months. Six whole months have passed since Bella left for California. Everyone has split their separate ways. Bella is still in California. One Direction is in London. Emily is still working in London, but not in contact with the boys. Niall is still not getting along with the other lads. Nothing has changed withi...
**CURRENTLY EDITING** "Oh lighten up Skyler!! There is a contest here!! A singing one to be exact!!! It goes on for only two days and the winner goes on a tour with a currently hot band for the summer!!! It says their management wants them to have a girl or two to sing with them on tour!! But their identity will remai...
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...