He could only love for one trip around the sun. So every January first he would say hello, and on every December thirty-first he would say goodbye. She could only sit and wait for the minutes to change to hours to days to weeks to months to years, when she finally had enough and left. The pair bond over stargazing in January. To them both it is a yearly tradition they needed to break.

Love (luv) noun || A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.

❝ you're just afraid ❞ ❝ no, i'm not ❞

Hadley's life has been uneventful and quiet since the day her parents died, she and her brother being forced to move and start a new life with just the two of them. Everything is normal until Niall moves to her hometown of Wolverhampton, too many tattoos and too much confidence for Hadley to be interested in. But she finds herself going against her instincts and becoming infatuated by Niall. His whole story is vague, moving from Ireland to Wolverhampton alone and with no parents or family? Hadley knows to stay away, but she simply can't stop thinking about him. So what happens when the lion meets the lamb?

When we're born, we have a certain encryption permanently incisioned into the back of our necks. One other person in the world has the same tattoo and number as you, and that's the person you can be with, whether it's happily or against your own will. No men are placed with men, no women with women, just traditional man to woman relationships. The tattoos work like bar codes, and when you find your match, then you get 'checked out'. When you're around your match, people say you can get the chills so bad your body shakes. I've never experienced it, and only few people I know have their match. But something I know is true is that when you find your match, the codes send burning sensations through your body every once in a while. You never know who it is, until they notice their tattoo on you. When you make any kind of contact, the real chills kick in, and when you kiss or sexually interact, tiny shocks avert from it. I have yet to find my match, and when I do, he's far from the fairy tale I expected. *All Rights Reserved. This story was an original idea. ©2013 aussie_craic. Thanks for reading, don't be afraid to share, and I love you all.* **Will include mature content. One Direction never existed in this.**

After a tragic accident, Niall Horan is left to see what his friends are really like. Moving to a new high school his senior year, he quickly takes his new opportunity. Not to make new friends. But to get revenge. Assembling a group of bullied kids, he makes a plan to break down the biggest bullies in the senior class. But what happens when one of them ruins all of Nialls plans without even knowing? Everyone has their secrets. It just all depends on how well you can hide them.

Trinity was an ordinary teenage girl. She wasn't one of the popular girls, but wasn't looked down on, either. She was just sort of there. Boys had never really shown any interest in her, skipping over her like she was just another brick in the wall. But when Trinity starts sending letters to an imaginary 'Mr.Perfect', she gets more than she bargained for. When it turns out that the address she was sending them to is real, she is roped into situations she would never have imagined. Attracting the attention of a rather dark, dangerous boy who seems to know more about her than she does herself, Trinity would soon realise that her idea of 'Mr.Perfect', isn't so perfect after all. But there was no going back.

Sophie Prescott is a normal but shy 15 year old girl who has a love for one of the biggest boy bands in the world. She has long brown-blonde wavy hair and beautiful hazel eyes. What will she do when she comes face to face with one of her favorite members of this band? Will she take risks or will she shut him out? Is she too scared to let herself fall or is she just trying to protect herself from getting hurt? "It's got to be you. ONLY you."

"7:15, that's our time."