Picture this: You just got fired from your 10th job, you're on your way home with the radio on, and a certain song starts playing. Amazing, right? What if I told you that you wrote that song? And, for some reason, One Direction is singing it? [cover insp @-voidallison]

Don't let his looks deceive you.. Niall and Perrie are twins. Considering Perrie is in a famous girl band, with her beautiful looks and amazing vocals, theres no doubt in Niall's head that she has a boyfriend that she won't tell Niall about. After a few days of wanting to meet the guy that stole his sister's heart, he finally does. And he regrets it. Of all the people his sister could have chosen, Zayn Malik, the arrogant, conceited asshole was the one she picked. Perrie can't stand her brother not getting on with her man, so in attempt to put things right, she forces them to get along whilst she's on tour. While she's away, Niall and Zayn learn a very important lesson. Sometimes you can't control your hunger, especially not when the person your lusting for is basically asking for it.

Niall stumbled back, muttering a short sorry before his gaze landed to the person he bumped into. Zayn. "Its been a while, hasnt it, Malik?" He smirked, a hand going up to his hair, fingers running through the blonde locks. "Three years is quite a long time. How are you?" His voice had gotten deeper, a cold chill tingled through Niall's spine and the boy was pretty sure that the weather didn't cause that shiver. "I'm fine, I'm doing well" he nodded, uncomfortable, his eyes scanning over Zayn's appearance. "Same here" their answers were short and awkward but they both stared intently at each other. Niall frowned, not really having much to say. "Miss me?" The older cockily smirked, causing a small smile to appear on Niall's face. "Haven't changed have you, Malik?" He chuckled, arms crossing over his chest as he breathed a long sigh. "No. No, I haven't." Zayn smiled at the blonde and Niall felt that there was a sincerity to his words that were covering something up. His head was tilting to the side, hands buried in his pockets as he but his lip, waiting for Niall to respond. "Good, I , ugh, don't want you to change." Niall's arms hung loosely by his sides, a faint blush appearing at his cheeks that he'll only blame the cold London weather for. Zayn grinned, "Never" — Need to read the first book (Hungry) in order to read this one —

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?