My flat's balcony was 10 stories high, and above the highway. I ran over to the ledge and climbed over he rail. My hands holding on the the rail, and my heels holding onto the ledge. "Whoa! Love!? What are you doing!?" One of the boys shouted in an accent I hadn't really heard around this part of England. "Babe!? What ever you're about to do, stop!" A British accent shot. "Are you drunk?!" One asked. "You don't know anything!" I shouted back, not looking at them. The flat's ledges weren't far from each other, just about 2 feet (in America). The blonde boy had jumped over his flat's ledge onto mine. "Go away!" I shouted. I didn't want their help, or their pity charity. "Love, why are you being so cross?" He asked me. "You don't know anything!" I shouted again. "Babe, you're going to get hurt. Come down off the ledge." He said quietly. I was breathing heavy, and was staring down at the never ending traffic below me. Jump. Do it. You have no one. No one loves you. Your life has not meaning, Grace. Do it. Jump. NOW! I took one last, small breath before letting go of the railing. I was falling, falling so fast. The adreniline was incredible. I was flying. Then, everything went black. READ THE SEQUEL: A DAY IN THE LIFE OF ADELINE HORAN

Zayn Malik is ready to make life miserable for Syreena, ready to throw bombs that will inflict pain, and ready to get his bittersweet revenge on her. And Syreena is ready for this battle, ready to hold her ground, and ready to rip Zayn Malik apart. Both want their revenge, instead this game of theirs turns out to be a cocktail of hatred, jealousy, lust, obsession, addiction, family, and love. And who said love was easy when in truth, it’s the biggest bitch of all. Sequel to Malik’s Stripper.

With her father constantly away on business, Sunday is always spending time at her ‘Uncle Simon’s’ house in Beverly Hills. That’s right, Sunday’s father and Simon Cowell are best mates, practically brothers. While Sunday is staying over, she finds out that she’s not the only one. How much perfection can one Directioner handle? Let’s find out shall we?

Liam and Molly are finally married and happier than ever. They're on their honeymoon and they are totally in love. But what happens when things triple in expectations? You don't know what that means? Well, find out in Love, the Paynes.

*WARNING THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL STORY* Haha, hey! How's it going? I'm Amelia Parker, and I've got what everyone wants. My best mate for life, got famous. He was put in a band, and let me tell you how lucky both of us were. He was lucky because... Well that's simple. But I was lucky because I got four new friends! Well... One of them turned out to be more than just friends. Harry Styles is my boyfriend. Louis Tomlinson is my best friend. What could possibly go wrong? Well... Besides the usual mischief, the hate. I understand it, everyone's jealous. But still, it got kind of old. So, when Harry and I became an item, I wore a wig. Simple as that. I had two identities... But things got complicated. I got caught with my wig off... And that didn't go so well. Here's a collection of stories of what we did while the boys toured America, and I came with. Don't worry, it's not too gushy or romantic. In fact, most of it's pretty humorous. It's not all about Harry (but if he asks, tell him it is) it has to do with all of the band. They each definitely have their moments. Oh boy, now I sound like a fangirl. Haha, oh well. Enjoy the ride though... It's gonna be a bumpy one filled with laughs, tears, and a little romance here and there. I know I enjoyed... Most of it.

What happens when your underage, your mom is Big Time Rush's manager, and your only other relative decides now is a good time to loose their mind? Well for me it means I'm forced to skip my last year of high school and go on a world tour with not only Big Time Rush but also The Wanted, Justin Bieber, and One Direction. I expect to hate it. Lets be honest though, I'm with fifteen great guys, seeing the world, making new friends, getting in trouble, pulling pranks, and staying up all night. Yep its hell too raise especially when I find out not only one or two of the musicians like me but three. See this is what I get for touring with fifteen Heartthrobs.