When small time musician Caroline Mitchell is having a bad day, then finds herself trapped in a dark alley with no way out, she's finally convinced that the world likes playing practical jokes on her. Until the backdoor opens, and out goes Zayn Malik... Now she just couldn't figure out if her day just got better, or WORSE.

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Was it her beauty that reeled me in? The mysterious, deep, color her eyes contained? Or her addictive smile, smell, or even her personality? It was none of these things. The reason she's too afraid and too sad to even talk is what made her even more mysterious and captivating to me. Not talking for six years as a side affect from a tragic accident is what I learned had caused it; her sister and mothers death traumatized her. And my goal is to help her break free, to help her gain the courage to live her life to the fullest. To speak to me.

I winced as he forcefully grabbed my hips, pushing me up against the brick wall. "W-who are you?" I choked out. His grip on my waist tightened, making the pain much greater. Who was he? What was he doing to me? The deep voice chuckled. "I could say so may things." My attacker lent down, his hot breath tickling my ear. "Your worst nightmare. All that shit. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." I could feel cheek on mine, it was an abnormal temperature, freezing cold. "What do you want from me?" I shouted at him. My eyes raked over his features again and again. He had brown hair that hung naturally in disheveled tightly bound ringlets. I couldn't help but feel something other than fear stir in my stomach when I looked into red eyes. My clouded thoughts made it impossible to put a name on the emotion, though. His fingers stroked my neck, circling the same spot, over and over again. "Don't worry, baby girl. You won't feel a thing." The human looking creature opened his mouth wide and lowered it down to my neck. I could feel his teeth grazing my jugular vain. "Please don't!" I spoke loud. Loud enough to make him startle. He laughed and backed away. Now that I could see his full body, the emotion that bubbled deep inside of me gave itself a label. Attraction. Despite the situation, I couldn't help but feel infatuated with him. When I looked at his inhumane features, I saw beauty. He was beautiful. © All Rights Reserved To LuciaPayne_1D ( Trailer Here- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqkwVzm8RTM&sns=tw ) (Cover made by 'ImmatureLad')

Love? Four letters , one word. Means the world to some people , but to me ...love is nothing . I mean love is a word yeah but it's not a feeling. At least that's what I thought .....

{{Please take into consideration that this story has been *DISCONTINUED* before proceeding with any critical commentary. It was written over two years ago.}} Ava Cole and Valerie Jones are 16 year old orphans with rough pasts and a passion for dance. All they want to do is dance without being scolded at. When one thing leads to another, Ava and Valerie find themselves at Anne, the mother of Harry Styles, home. What will Harry think when he comes home? Will there be something between Harry and Ava or possibly Valerie and Zayn? But we all know love isn't that easy...especially when you're holding a deep, dark secret.

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