you can't wake up-this is not a dream * sequel to 'what if' *

what if this was all just our imagination?

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?

completed// 19 year old Peyton Carters is moving to Minnesota for college. As she's going to find out her room number she bumps into YouTube's Connor Franta and sparks fly from there. Read to find out what happeneds in a tale filled with romance, fighting, drama, comedy, and plenty more.

Dirty parts... 15 and over

Before I start, if you found out you were adopted what would you do? Would you accept it? Or start looking for your family? Abby made her decision, she went looking. But she was shocked with what she found out. Her brother is Louis Tomlinson. The world famous pop star in the boy band One Direction. So what happens when she meets him, her family. Will her life turn upside down? Or will she turn everyone else's around? A world full of paparazzi, concerts, love and heartbreak, is she ready to face the world? Or even worse... Rejection? ************************************** All my works are copyrighted under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988. This includes all chapters, prologues/epilogues and associated content. Any unauthorized copying, broadcasting, manipulation, distribution or selling of this work constitutes as an infringement of copyright. Any infringement of this copyright is punishable by law. ************************************** So another book dedicated to one of my closest friends Abby Keeley ( @Akeeley101 ) ! I may not be the biggest directioner but she really is. Send her a follow! Hope you enjoy :)

"I need you," he whispered from the passenger seat. Why would I trust a bad boy? But I felt, for some reason, that I needed him to. I turned to look at him, but he was already leaning in to kiss me. Why is love so complicated? Maya Reeds is a seventeen year old girl thriving on independence and drive. She thinks boys are mindless, immature imbeciles and has steered clear of the entire concept of love in general. Her single mother is not just a role model, but an inspiration. Leaving for a business trip to China, Maya's mother has high ambitions for her future. However, she can't leave her daughter alone for all those months. That's where Carrie Groom comes in. Carrie has been friends with Maya's mom for years, and her home seems like a harmless place to stay for the duration of Maya's seeming abandonment. Never thought that Carrie could've raised a bad boy. As Maya endures this temporary move, she is sent into a whirlwind of desire, heated emotions, and betrayal- all fueled by the boy who lives just down the hall.

The official fan fiction for One Direction

"Before you can see the light you have to deal with the darkness"

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...