dear people, forgive for writing this horribly written story when I was, yes, turning thirteen. So rude comments are extremely unnecessary and immature now. I'm now almost eighteen and realize how horrible this story is, so again, forgive me (: - Bry was just an average 13 year old girl. But one day her whole life changed. She had gotten one direction tickets for her and her friend Jessica to go. But these tickets were for meet and greet as well and for the gate entrances ( where u see the boys enter the concert ). When she was at the gate the boys came out of the limo one by one Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall. Right when Niall came out he immediately made eye contact with Bry. When he passed by her he wouldn't take his off she turned and blushed. Wait... Does he like me? No no, I'm thirteen! Forget it Bry. Will this lead to something? Or will Bry fall for someone else?

“I can tell you’re going to be a challenge.” He almost growled. “I like that.” Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. “Harry.” I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the male’s hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn’t allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. He blew over the sloppy wet spot, igniting a chill through my entirety. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. “You’re mine now.” He spoke in a hushed tone.

Trying to avoid the clichés in life, Maddy bumps into her childhood best friend and mates. It turns out that after hanging out for some time she discovers that adding sex to their friendship does lead to complications. [ We are forever but not all the time ]

What happens when you run into one of the most famous boys on Earth? What if he asks if you want to come with him? I was waiting in the Starbucks coffee line when the boy in front of me abruptly turned around and asked what he should order. He looked a lot like the Liam from One Direction and he had an accent. Was it him? It couldn't be, why would he be in Georgia?

"Let go of me!" I screamed disgusted. I could feel anger heating up inside my tear-stained face. "Sonia, please! It's not what you think!" Niall pleaded as he ran towards me but I was fed up. I hopped in my car and left him standing there in the pouring rain. I stepped on the gas and I would stop for no one. I was done being used and lied to. I just wanted it all to be over. I wanted all the pain to go away. Within seconds, I could feel the glass shattering from the window and clawing its way into my flesh. I was immediately engulfed in water. Surrounding me, the current quickly pulling me under, showing no mercy. I finally felt safe.

All I wanted was to learn how to play the guitar. I never asked for my teacher to be a boy in the worlds biggest boyband. But I'm not complaining.

Mikayla is Niall Horan's childhood best friend, but with her parents divorece she moves away right when he got on the X-Factor. Now two years later and One Direction is going on tour with Big Time Rush, who are like siblings to Mikayla. What happens when Niall gains old feelings that he once had for his best friend, and will Mikayla let him back into her life? *Completed and up for the 2012 Watty Awards* NOTE! I DO NOT WRITE THIS STORY ON ACCURACY! I KNOW THAT NIALLS PARENTS NAMES ARE WRONG, BUT HONESTLY I DON'T FOLLOW EVERY LITTLE DETAIL OF THEIR LIFE SO I DON'T CARE IF THEY'RE WRONG. YOU DON'T LIKE IT DONT READ IT!

I look into the blue eyes of my best friend and it feels like staring down a stranger. They are familiar and foreign all in the same moment, glossy and pleading. The dimly lit street allows only enough light to cast glimmers on our faces and subtle shadows on the ground. It's raining but I've hardly noticed; all I see is him. "Megan please don't go," he says desperately. "I-I'm sorry." A tear falls steadily down my cheek. I don't want to go but I have to be strong for myself. I run forward and wrap my arms around him in a hug. "I love you Niall," I say near his ear, "I just don't like the person you've become." I hold back a sob, "When my best friend comes back tell him to find me." I don't say another word I just go, leaving him all alone in the dark street...