Oendirection Stories

a smut of hary and i trues tory

17 year old, Lydia Gallagher, never thought her cousin, Niall Horan, trying out for the X-Factor would effect her life. After Niall beomes part of the world's most famous boy-band, One Direction, things don't just change his life, but hers as well. Niall thought visiting his cousin with his fellow band members would be just like old times, but when she falls in love with one of Niall's band mates, things start going bad. Managment forces the boys to do stuff, false rumors spread throughout the media causing drama with the boys, and jealousy ruins relationships. Friends become enemies, love becomes hate, and trust is lost between everyone. Lydia and the boys never expected or wanted any of this. Is this what fame is really like?? Can anyone fix it? Or will everyones lives be ruined forever?????

Love is always on Harry's mind, being in one direction gives him the perks with the ladies. But will being in the worlds biggest boyband ruin a beautiful relationship?

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...