Bree's parents were the victims of a terrible tragedy, a fire that started when a gas burner was not turned off correctly. A day into the news, 13-year-old Bree finds out that she is going to her mother's cousin, Danielle Peazer, and being shipped off to London.
She meets with Liam, Danielle's partner, and loves her new family. Loki, Brit, her 'uncles', Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Niall, as well as her 'aunts', Perrie and Eleanor. Her life is happy now, and put down securely, with just a little remaining guilt of her family's death. Unfortunately, a large piece comes flying into the 'Payzer Couple's' Relationship, and it turns out that a month after, Liam dates another woman.
Bree starts to live an empty life of plastic fame, breakups, and horrible heartache. She hoped that her family, the safe sanctuary she has grown to love, would remain. Or will it be broken up by a certain 'lady friend' that Liam has? The one who was Danielle's friend? Bree's life goes un-stabilized and out of control. She switches back and forth between two homes, crying uncontrollably and depressed.
Bree will do whatever she can to bring back her new family together, and that means refusing Sophia's presence.
Lily was just a normal girl, leading a normal life. Okay, no, she was just as strange as other people. Two years ago she left behind her best friend, Sabrina, and moved on. She hadn't told her where she was going, but now 2 years later, Sabrina and Lily are reunited. Turns out some things changed in Sabrina's life after Lily left: She met One Direction and started dating Niall. But when Sabrina's death is all Lily's fault, will the boy's stand by her? Lily's life has turned into a big mess, and she couldn't believe she had brought One Direction into it...and they had stayed.
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"Drive! Just go! Please, get me out of here!" I said, frantically from the passenger seat.
"No, this is not my decision to make Lily." He said, looking at me with sad eyes.
"You're right! It's mine!" I said.
"No, it isn't your's, it's your mom's." He said, calmly.
"I'm free! I'm 18! It's my decision!" I shouted.
"I wont take you." He stated.
"Fine. I'll just have Harry take me." I said. I could see the hurt cross his face, and for a second I felt bad, but that second was over quickly. He wouldn't take me. I was furious. I wouldn't forgive him, ever.