It's the first out of many 1D Watty awards!

Annabelle Davis is now different from when she left her boys, she's two years older, mature and does everything 'Team Management' tell her to do. But her life has cost her best friend's, and now they don't even acknowledge her existence. No texts. No calls. And no words have been said to another in a year and a half. So what happened then? What happened to Anna? She's no longer the care free girl who's off her rocket, she's been replaced by the girl who no longer screams for Oreo's, plans to kidnap her favorite stars or even listen to her old bands. Everything's changed, and none of it's for the better. So how will One Direction come into play? How will they stitch up old wounds and bring the old Anna back? Or will they even do that? After all, Anna keeps her secrets close to her, and even she doesn't realize how many she has or how they'll be the end of her. "What was once lost, can never fully return again"

Meet Zayn Malik, the most popular guy in Bradford High School. Varsity, Straight A student, has girls wrapped around his finger, etc. Straight as a ruler. Well, that's what he thought. In short, he's the one they call "the definition of perfect". And then there's Niall Horan, or should we say Mr. Horan, the new teacher in Bradford High School. Who would have thought your Math teacher would turn out to be the person who makes you doubt your sexuality? Or maybe he's bi? Zayn was straight. Key word, "was". Now, he's not so sure anymore. Especially when he's lusting for none other than, the new Math teacher, Mr. Horan. Warning: Contains boyxboy smut scenes.

Niall Horan works as a personal assistant for the boss he never met. He has no idea how his boss looks like; all he knows that he like his coffee black no sugar, turkey sandwich for breakfast, laundry and dry-cleaning thrice a week, and he has a beautiful cursive handwriting. But, his new boss knew everything about him from the Irish accent to his Nando's obsession to his right toe that is slightly longer than his left one. But that didn't stop Niall from finding out who is his boss. Little did he know that he is putting himself in danger, just for the sake of trying to catch a glimpse of Mr. Z Malik. And the only person that can save him is his boss. My Boss, My Hero.

Zayn Malik. The name that every student in Bradford's Private School for The Artistically Talented fears. He's got the attitude. The looks. The money and yeah, he's also bi. He's the school's bad boy. Until a blonde leprechaun by the name of Niall Horan comes along. A ball of sunshine and kindness Niall attracts the attention of Mr. Bad Boy himself. We'll see how much of a bad boy Zayn really is. And if by some some miraculous way, Zayn will change. ___ first draft - errors still intact. Posted: January 2013 - May 2013 Milestone: 500k - May 2020

Niall likes to play pranks on his parents. But when his pranks went to far... His parent decides to play a huge prank on him. By sending him to a Gay Community College.

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)

I am only fifteen...how could this happen to me? I am nerdy-straight 4.0 GPA, never smoked, never done drugs, never had a boyfriend, never had sex, never tasted alcohol, so why did he have to kidnap me? And how does One Direction fit into this mess?

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?

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 number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*