Onedirectionau Stories

The formation of Indigo.

This is kinda like my story Banded Together, but a One Direction version instead of 5sos. It'll go through the lives of our boys and how I think it was like to audition for X factor. Each chapter is titled after a song in my library! :) Also, it'll take you through the journey of becoming the biggest band on the planet! I really hope you guys like it.

"Perhaps this was fate. Perhaps it was a mere coincidence. Serendipity, my mother would call it. All I know is that if I wouldn't have met that man, and if I wouldn't have ever gone to that coffee shop, I would've never met the love of my life". In the fall, Louis Tomlinson ships off to a college an hour away from home to explore the world and meet new faces of the world. However, whenever an accident occurs in a coffee shop, he falls heads over heels for a barista named Harry Styles. There's only one catch to this love story: Harry is undeniably heterosexual.

"Loving you is the biggest risk" "Why?" "Because I would take a bullet for you. Not the President" ~ Amber Blackthorn has worked for the CIA for over 3 years. Before that she worked for the FBI for 2 years. Amber knows how to kill, fight and hunt down her victims. She is considered one of their best and most lethal agents. But after the death of her partner, Amber is reluctantly assigned a new one. Before he even arrives, Amber is contracted to another mission. Defending the President Obama and his Family from a likely assassination. During her time in the mission with her new partner, she can't help but be drawn in with his good looks and sarcastic remarks. But Amber has taught herself to be independent and self reliable. While learning about his past, and realising that they may not be too different, she begins to see sudden changes in her everyday work. Is her new partner changing her for the better or worse? ~ HARRY STYLES AU COPYRIGHT Anyway, enjoy the book and don't forget to vote, comment and share.

'"I love you," he murmured, his gaze boring into my eyes. He leaned in slowly, placing a hand on my cheek. My heart tingled at the thought of what was to happen. Our lips connect-' "Dude, what the hell?" I screamed at my obnoxious friend, pouncing on him. "Give me the pen back!" "No," Liam yelled sternly. "You promised to use this book to write things that involve our actual lives!" "I was writing something involving what I wish would be my actual life. I was writing a fanfic," I retorted, placing my hands on my hips as I had given up trying to steal the pen. "You know what I mean, Ali," he replied, handing the pen back to me. "Now we still need to make an intro for this book." I groaned. "Fine." I scribbled the words O͟͟u͟͟r͟͟ S͟͟t͟͟o͟͟r͟͟y͟͟ on the top. "Seems a little basic but I suppose it'll suffice." He shrugged. I gripped the pen tightly in my hands, writing 'Hi, I'm Alissa (Ali, Lyssa, etc.)' on top. I handed the pen to my friend and he wrote 'Hello, i'm Liam (Li, Leeyum, Payno, Payne, H̶o̶t̶t̶i̶e̶, etc.)! i dont know why Lyssa is spelled with a y as opposed to a i but i was told to never question it'. I groaned to myself, shaking my head at him. "If you're going to write in this, at least write correctly." "I didn't spell anything wrong though," he defended himself, looking as confused as ever. "You forgot to capitalize the 'i's, you wrote 'a i' when it should be 'an'. You forgot an ap- hey, what are you doing?" I asked as I read the words he was writing down. 'Ali likes to talk for a really long time about how i'm incorrect. it gets annoying sometimes :(' I shook my head to myself, grabbing the pen from his hands. 'And these are our adventures...'

The pain of self hatred. You don't know any other way out. You feel doomed and that the only way to be free is... Suicide. You attempt... Failed. Try again.... Failed. Enough is enough. This time will work. You go to the bridge. You look down. You close your eyes. You step off. You hit the cold water and don't even try to come up. Doomed by your own choice. Until someone saves you... Harry Styles. He falls in love with you. But every time he goes away, you attempt again, causing him to come back and love you more. The Suicidal Seduction, has only begun.

"if he isn't guilty, why did he hide?" "he just needed to run away"

rosebud (n.) (a literary reference to) a pretty young girl ---- "you know," i say, looking over at harry, who is carelessly swinging her legs over the ledge lf the roof. "you're a rosebud," "a what?" "a pretty girl," i smile sheepishly, tucking a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear "and a very pretty one at that," ---- fem!larry au, based loosely off of End Of The Day by one direction lowercase intended

❝i envy the cup of coffee that kisses you every morning.❞ wren cardosa struggles to support her parents, working two part time jobs and being a high school student in her senior year. she's not occupied with boyfriends, parties or friends-but then the older harry styles walks into her life and changes that in a whim. he offers her the opportunity of a lifetime, in exchange for a simple black coffee every morning. but as wren suspected, it runs a bit deeper than that. age!gap copyrighted

"they were there for me when you weren't."

A boy with a heart frozen of ice crystals, a girl who knew exactly how to melt it. © rudloff.

And there he was, in all his glory--the most beautiful boy Harry had ever seen. His hand stopped shaking for the first time all night, and he felt as though his surroundings were slipping away, his memories dripping down the wall alongside the peeling paint, as he took in the breathtaking sight before him. The boy's eyes scanned the crowd before landing right on Harry, holding his gaze for a moment longer than what seemed normal before, with a small smirk, he began to dance. And, for once, Harry didn't seem to mind. --- or, a story where one direction always had four boys, 17 black was a strip club, harry is still the gentleman rockstar we know him always to be, louis was a talented stripper and, somehow, despite all the odds, the prince still fell in love with the one with the cheekbones.

Imagine living in a world where people aren't just people. Where animals don't exist. Where humans are amazingly un-human. This is how I live. I live in a society, a world of hybrids. Every "human" is also part animal. Be that cat, dog, bird or anything. Even fish but I don't see many of them. And this is normal.

hero ˈhirō/ noun a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. | | | Superheroes don't exist. Harry knows this, Louis knows this, everyone knows this. Except for Louis' younger brother, Lucas. When Harry tells Lucas that superheroes are all fake, Louis makes it his top priority to have Harry make it up to Lucas. And maybe, somewhere along the way, Harry and Louis may realize that superheroes do in fact exist.

"You make me feel happy and safe, Niall. You're my home." (kd)

Iris Walker is a peppy radio jockey, loved by almost every deranged citizen of New York, hit by the horrendous traffic boredom. Wait, did we say almost? Yeah. There's just one person, going by the name Louis Tomlinson who just can't stand her. So, one day, he makes a phone call. Will he find love through the wire or is it just a fantasy straight out of a romance novel?

This story is a boyxboy. If you're not into that, please do not read. I do not want hate because this is boyxboy, thank you. Goodbye. I just needed to put this here so that people who are uncomfortable with two males being romantically involved, don't open this fanfiction. The actual description of the book will be on the first page. Also, of you're not into One Direction, there might be some things in this story that will confuse you...just saying. But read on my lovelies, read on. (p.s. if you live under a rock and don't know who One Direction are, they're the biggest boyband in the world.)

“I’m okay.” Louis blatantly lied. If anything, he was far from okay. He had punched mirrors and windows and thrown things across the house. He’s broken holes in walls in the middle of his tantrums. Louis has cried and prayed and glued himself to his bed, sleeping all day, waiting for the pain to go away. He was depressed, upset, lonely, bottled up, distressed, and an overall mess. But he didn’t want the boys to know. So he said he was okay.

Hoodies hide my ugly body from the people around me. Just one night it didn't work and I met him on the roof of the abdonned house. He wanted to help me but I only knew he was popular and I was not. My past started haunting me again. It was horrible. ©leeneimcpayne 2017