Zayn Malik: 1/3 of the biggest band on Earth, One Direction. Veronica Malik: Zayn's overachieving, twin sister. When Veronica gets offered the chance of a lifetime to go to Paris for 6 months, she doesn't hesitate to take it. But what about school? Veronica asks Zayn to go into school as her for the duration of her stay in Paris. What happens when Zayn gets more than classes an education? He meets Veronica's boyfriend Liam Payne (not in 1D in this story), Veronica's ex, Harry Styles, and Little Mix member Perrie Edwards. Zayn falls for Perrie, but he's still Veronica, and Veronica is with Liam. And if Harry finds out who Veronica really is, he'll ruin everything. Find out what happens in She's The Man

For her 16th birthday, Lucy Martin received a "present" from her childhood bestfriend, Louis Tomlinson; she got to be a backup dancer for One Direction. Things started heating up with her and Harry, but after the tour, he broke things off. Shortly after the breakup, Lucy discovered she was pregnant. With Harry Styles' baby, she decided to keep it a secret, only telling Louis the truth. Now, 3 years later, Isobele stumbles into her father, totally by accident. Should Lucy let the curly haired boy into his daughter's life, or shut him out like he did to her, all those years ago?

A new female teacher arrives at a high school, she meets 5 attractive boys in 5 of her new classes she'll teach. Number 1: The Naughty Student, Harry Styles in her English class. Number 2: The Good Student, Liam Payne in her History class. Number 3: The Wild Student, Louis Tomlinson in her Math class. Number 4: The Hungry Student, Niall Horan in her Music class. Number 5: The Mysterious Student, Zayn Malik in her Art class. And all of them together is in her homeroom class!! How will the new female teacher survive their madness?! (The Cover is made by my BFF/SIS: @VasHappeninOneD)

"Zayn, have you ever thought of running for Student Body President?" "No, sir," "I think you should try," "Anything for you, Mr. Payne," Zayn Malik is your average teenager. He runs the school newspaper, likes video games, and has a secret crush on his English teacher, Mr. Payne. For him, everything he wants is just out of grasp, that is, until he runs for Student Body President. And suddenly, things just start to work out for him, including a relationship that is so wrong and so right at the same time. Or, the one where Zayn is in doing something illegal, Mr. Payne supports it, and Louis is the best and worst person ever.

"We have decided to make the two of you date" My mother's said pointing to Harry then back to me. My eyes widened at what she had to say. She had a smile on her face, one that I wanted to wipe off her face. I looked to Anne who was agreeing with my mother. I can't even look at Harry. I can't describe how much I dislike him. "You can't choose who I date" I snapped at my mother finally having the courage to stand up to her. Anger flashed across her eyes. "I do have the choice of who you date and I choose Harry. Im not going to let you go and date someone like your father" She replied back at me. "Just because your love life didn't work out, doesn't mean mine won't" She pulled me by the wrist and into the kitchen. "You will date him, got it?" She said fiercely. "Whatever" I snapped walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Who the hell does she think she is? Oh wait, My Mother. And that is how 18 year old Ashley Underwood started having a relationship with the famous Harry Styles.

"I'll kiss you here," Harry said pointing to Alicia's lips and then his finger trailing down her neck. Harry saw her close her eyes and he couldn't help but smirk. She was just too innocent. "And then...." she breathes. "And then...." Harry hums and presses his body against hers. "I will do this." Harry puts both his hands in her hair and crashes their lips together. After several seconds he pulls back, gives himself a head shake and smiles at his student. "Thats it for now." With that Harry strides away from her, but that wouldn't be the last time.

//Discontinued// "Don't go to the Malik Mansion" They said. "The Malik Mansion is haunted. Paranormal activity fills the house." They said. "Don't go in there." They said. "All of you people are complete loons!! There's no such thing as 'Paranormal Activity'. We'll prove it." 4 stubborn dumbasses said. Need a book to satisfy your horror cliché needs? Need a laugh at a poorly written book by preteen me? Then this is the book for you!

We broke up. I thought that was it. DONE. But, obviously I was wrong. I didn't expect him to find someone, so soon. But, when saw the picture. I wasn't impressed. I'm better than her. Or I was. But, he looked so happy with her. Happier than he was with me. I guess this is what I get. I guess this is what happens when you let something go that shouldn't have been let go of in the first place. I get it, Liam. This is Payback. Copyright 2013 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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...