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?

From eight year olds to eighty-eight year olds. Letters from Liam.

A ONE DIRECTION FANFIC! ---Shyanna Bart loves Paris, she's always had an obsession ever sense her Dad sent her a French Eiffel Tower when she was six. So, when her local radio station has a contest, one hundred chances to win a trip to Paris for the whole summer, of course she enters! But, unfortunately for her, the same radio station is having a contest to win a spot in a One Direction music video. She's never hated the British-Irish boy band, but she isn't a huge fan. Sure, their music is great, but she just assumes they're stuck up, just like everyone else in the music industry. What happens when there is a little mix-up with airline tickets, and Shyanna finds herself in over her head, surrounded by five guys with accents?

{completed} ✓ - He lost the woman he once loved due to his fame, since then he promised he would never do such a thing to a normal girl again. He would never ruin another life again. But it’s not always that easy when life puts someone who you just can’t resist in front of you.

Lillie and Niall have been best friends for about 15 years, dating for a little over 5 when Niall just drops all contact with her. No explanation whatsoever about it, just gone. How does Lillie cope with this? How IS she supposed to cope with it? And will she ever meet him again or just wallow around her flat with her friend Brooke trying to help her get over him?

When normal people look at me, they turn to whisper to their friends. I hear what they say. They say, “Wow. Look at that girl's eyes! She’s not actually that pretty though, I guess. Her clothes look expensive. Her parents must be wealthy folk. What a snob.” I get used to that though. When my classmates at school look at me, they tend gossip among themselves. They talk about me, and they whisper, “That’s Clara Stends. She’s the one that best friends with Anna DeMancini. Yes, DeMancini as in the Royal DeMancini Corp. She also has this thing with Anna’s older brother, Eric. Yes, Eric, the hot one. I've heard she’s had a crush on him since she moved here like ten years ago. I don’t know why he likes her. She’s so ugly. She's probably just using him for his money.” It used to hurt, but not anymore. I get used to it. When teenage girls look at me, they scream. I have no problem figuring out what they say. They tell me, “You are so pretty! I wish I was you! Can I get a picture with you? Can I have an autograph? You are my idol. How’s Niall’s doing?” Sometimes, I get mobbed by them. Am I famous? No, I’m not famous. My best friend is though. He’s in a boy band. I get used to this too. That’s not all there is to me. They don’t see my scars. They don’t see my memories. They don’t see my dreams. They don’t see my real life. If they did, they would run away and never look at me or think of me ever again. My life is an intricate spider web. It’s tangled and frayed. It’s ripped up and only hanging on by one single strand. **Read it on Tumblr at mtwmte.tumblr.com ***Cover by @_prettyreckless

Rachel is blind, but she hadn't always been. She'd once known what it was to see. She'd once known the freedom that seeing brought her. Rachel's brother is a security guard for the British boyband, One Direction, but when her parents die in a car crash her brother must leave his position, until the boys suggest that she come with them everywhere, never mind the inconveniences of her blindness. They're more than happy to help, especially since the brother and sister need the money now. Rachel moves in with her brother and meets One Direction for the first time at an interview. Liam Payne soon begins to take a special interest in her, but Rachel doesn't need charity and that's all that she feels like she's getting. How can she tell the difference when she can no longer see his face? She hasn't gotten very good at reading people's voices and anyway there is such a thing as acting. Can Liam convince her that he's for real and that this is more than just charity? And if he does will she be willing to give him her heart? After all, it's not just the charity that's stopping her. It's the reason behind her blindness that's the real problem.

I’m mute. Oh no, don’t get me wrong; I’m not mute because I CAN’T speak, I’m mute because I WON’T speak. I’m the girl that never talks. The girl you make fun of behind her back and in front of her… just because you’re sure that she will never answer back. I’m the girl that doesn’t fit into any group at school. I’m the girl that is ignored. At home just as well as at school. I have lots to say but am too scared to say it. I keep my head down and express my feeling through my Art, songs, violin and guitar. I write my thoughts on diaries that I keep locked away in a little case. I am Mute Girl. Also known as Patricia. _____________________________________________ Patricia's too afraid to say anything to anyone. Even talk in general. So when she meet cheeky boyband One Direction, she don't talk. But they witness her getting bullied and she is forced to open up to them. Just her 'bullying problem' at first. she doesn't in the start. When she does though, it eventually leads to them wanting to know more about her past. Like why she doesn't talk. But does she trust them enough to tell them? And what if three of them start to like her. Is it possible that her life could get more twisted and filled with hate? SEQUEL IS UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

It all started when Melina lost her cell phone on the subway and of all people, Louis Tomlinson picked it up. What began as a rather strange encounter becomes a hilarious chase as Melina tries to get back her cell phone from Louis... Though he is nice enough to relay her messages back to her like her mother's messages, her friends casual texts and an ex that won't leave her alone.

I tapped my pen onto my desk with anticipation. Why did I deserve to meet One Direction? I stared at my lifeless paper. The question kept skipping through my mind like a broken record player. Why did I, Cher Marie Lovett, deserve to meet One Direction? Lots of ideas swirled my mind, but one caught my attention. Without thinking twice, I scribbled onto the paper, “So I can lick Liam Payne's abs.” I know what you're thinking. That's probably the dumbest reason ever. But, hey, it was 100 percent truthful and its not like they're gonna read it anyways. Pretty pleased with my idea from God, I skipped over to Mrs. Richards’ desk and slammed down my masterpiece. “I'm finished,” I smirked with a mouthful of victory. Little did I know that a simple, ‘I'm finished’ would be my biggest regret yet.