Let’s just say, that I have read a lot of bad stories in my day. A lot. Trust me when I say this. I have read the corny ones, the implausible ones, the cliche ones, the ones that are pretty much the same damn thing featuring different names. In all of my 19 years, I never thought I would be a part of a story quite this bad. Not bad, in an illegal way, or a badass way (though I’ll have you know that I am totally a badass) but in a cheesy, this-could-never-actually-happen sort of way. I hated those stories. I didn't care for the people on the internet who wrote them, and I honestly disliked the number one topic of every single damn story. And that was the band, One Direction. And I'd be damned if I was every going to associate with them. Though, looking back, all I can say is that this story is "Irony At Its Finest".

They don't want to love. Not again. They push away anyone that wants to come in. They've been hurt one time too many. How can they trust someone again? It seems impossible in their world. Who are these people? Well, these are the lonely people.