niall horan fanfic written back in the carrot days. warning: cringeworthy.

All eighteen year old Anna Lee wanted was a summer babysitting job. That's exactly what she got when she received a call from someone named Simon requesting a babysitter for his five sons. Who knew that the five boys would be the boy band One Direction? Or that sometimes they'd be babysitting her! (disclaimer: this was written by thirteen-year-old me, don't expect anything fantastic despite the amount of readers)

Everything is dip dyed isn't it? Sometimes most of it is happy, and some times most of it is sad. -I WAS 12 DON'T READ-

“A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.” ― John Lennon

My best friend Harry and I were inseparable. Were. It was the horrible, nasty thing that tore us apart, and that was Harry's career. I would've sworn that our friendship was meant to be. But it was time for him to go. What if's are my worst enemy. Sometimes I dream that he will come back. But i wake up and he's not here. He's far away and lost in his fame....

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?

Fear. The emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat. Hope. To wish for something, but to expect that one day it may happen. But what happens, when we're mad enough... To love out of fear, and fear out of hope? Annabelle Scott, she hoped for someone to save her, to pull her out of this torturing darkness, but can Zayn Malik help her, or will he find himself being pulled into the dark too? She didn't know much better, she was young and innocent. Was. Can Zayn the mysterious hooded figure, protect his beloved Belle, protect her from Eric, Belle's father, whilst he battles with an even bigger problem? Maybe sometimes, we need to stop and realise that, it may be best to stay away from the dark.

When Violet's parents died in car crash, she thought her life was over. But when she gets the chance of a lifetime - to meet her idols, One Direction - , and develops feeling for one of the band members, she wonders if luck can turn after all.

My name is Melody Higgins. Where have you heard that name before, you might be asking? Well my dad is Paul Higgins, bodyguard and manager of the world wide, top of the charts boyband One Direction. People think I'm so lucky to have connections to One Direction but in reality I've never even met them. But that'll all change very soon and my life will be turned upside down. Let's hope my dad doesn't hear about this...

{This is a finished story} "Vanessa?" A deep voice called out. I turned to face him, quickly wiping away the tears that began. "Yes?" I smiled, holding my head a little higher. Vanessa Keating doesn't cry in front of anyone. She certainly doesn't show weakness. A lanky body was leaned against a gleaming motorcycle. His aphotic hair was mussed onto his head and he took a drag from a cigarette that was wedged in between two of his fingers. A denim jacket sat on top of a white v-neck. Despite how cold it was, that's all he was wearing, besides jeans and shoes. Sunglasses rested on his nose, unable for me to see his inky eyes. "Everything alright?" He called from about ten feet away from me. "Yup. Everything's fine," I lied. He flicked the butt of the cigarette to the concrete, putting it out with his foot. Wasn't he scared he was going to get caught? He was on school grounds.