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Chemistry [One Direction: Harry Styles Romance] by etherachel
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When Fawn moves from New York City to London, the last thing she expects is to meet the famous One Direction. She expects even less for them to become friends with the members of the band, including the two boys that go to her new school, Trinity Academy: Niall Horan and Harry Styles. When things start to go against Fawn's expectations, she finds herself slowly falling for the heart-breaker Harry Styles. But will Harry use her just like he uses every other girl? *unedited and all, excuse the imminent corrections that need to be made
More Than What Meets The Eye (One Direction - Niall) by voguelike
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When normal people look at me, they turn to whisper to their friends. I hear what they say. They say, “Wow. Look at that girl's eyes! She’s not actually that pretty though, I guess. Her clothes look expensive. Her parents must be wealthy folk. What a snob.” I get used to that though. When my classmates at school look at me, they tend gossip among themselves. They talk about me, and they whisper, “That’s Clara Stends. She’s the one that best friends with Anna DeMancini. Yes, DeMancini as in the Royal DeMancini Corp. She also has this thing with Anna’s older brother, Eric. Yes, Eric, the hot one. I've heard she’s had a crush on him since she moved here like ten years ago. I don’t know why he likes her. She’s so ugly. She's probably just using him for his money.” It used to hurt, but not anymore. I get used to it. When teenage girls look at me, they scream. I have no problem figuring out what they say. They tell me, “You are so pretty! I wish I was you! Can I get a picture with you? Can I have an autograph? You are my idol. How’s Niall’s doing?” Sometimes, I get mobbed by them. Am I famous? No, I’m not famous. My best friend is though. He’s in a boy band. I get used to this too. That’s not all there is to me. They don’t see my scars. They don’t see my memories. They don’t see my dreams. They don’t see my real life. If they did, they would run away and never look at me or think of me ever again. My life is an intricate spider web. It’s tangled and frayed. It’s ripped up and only hanging on by one single strand. **Read it on Tumblr at mtwmte.tumblr.com ***Cover by @_prettyreckless