It all began with one little tweet. Now, Adelaide and Niall are happily married, a baby boy now in their arms. Adelaide took a leap of faith with Niall. Falling in love is never easy, especially with Niall Horan. But, before the couple is separated by Niall's tragic fate, we realize what happens in between.
He's new. He's a history teacher. He's young. He's very good looking. He is Harry Styles. When Kim Martins starts her new school year as a junior she realises that some things have changed. She has got a new teacher in her most hated subject. HISTORY. He's very handsome and hot. But soon she'll find out that he's...
My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as your...
When Harry was little, he hated living in Oak Hollow. It was a stuck-up neighborhood in the suburbs full of broken families and white picket fences. But then, on a hot Summer day, a strange boy wearing heart-shaped sunglasses moves in across the street.
The story of the troubled Arleen Payne fighting to have a good relationship with her brother and taming her love.
I was just another fan to him. I didn't think by sending that one little tweet to Niall Horan, 1/5 of the famous boy band One Direction, my life would change forever. I was nothing special. Just like any other 17 year old girl. Hands touch, eyes meet and apparently, he saw something special in me.
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?
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...