The town of Salem, Louisiana is a quaint little town. No more than forty people live in it. To most, Salem doesn't even exist, in fact it's not even on the map. It's been six years and five days since a single traveler passed through. So when five strangers bus breaks down they're welcomed with open arms by some, and others not so much. They have to wait a whole month till a part for their buses engine comes in. The only good part about this is nobody knows who they are. One month in a quiet town without being famous sounds like heaven on earth for the boys.

Summer after summer Ellie and Louis would stay out in the country, away from everything. They could do anything they wanted because nobody was around to judge them. All you had to do to get to their special place, was go down the gravel road.

"I love you!" "Don't speak like that, don't say goodbye. Not now! Please don't say goodbye!" She was turning hysterical. "You are beautiful Paige Summers!" I said weakly, my blood was staining her hands. I had lost so much blood. Slowly my eyes started to fade... "Louis, Louis wake up! NOOO HELP ME PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP!" Paige was a normal stylist who had one rule in her life: never mix work with personal life! She kept this rule easily...until she met One Direction. Slowly they become best friends and Louis falls in love with her, but he's not the only one! And when tradgedy strikes willl they get there in time or will the only direction they're going be down..

When Carter was younger, her father told her she was a terrible singer. After that, she gave up singing completely. Her best friend, Riley, forces her to try out for the UK's X Factor. She receives three yes's from the judges and is sent to boot camp. On her audition, she meets a guy named Louis Tomlinson. Carter doesn't know that Louis will be one of the biggest singers in the world with his band, One Direction. Carter keeps falling harder and harder each day. cover by: @sighstiles

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