Double Decker Love (one direction fanfiction)

Double Decker Love (one direction fanfiction)

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Chloe was just a regular London girl: starting 6th form with her best friends, coping with the loss of her parents and being obsessed with One Direction. However, on that first day of 6th form she gets a phone call that will change her life completely, both past and present. Along with meeting 5 new British/Irish best friends she learns something about her past she never knew before. Little does she know, her new blonde haired, blue eyed Irish best friend knows a lot more about her life in Ireland than she does. Could her forgotten best friend be starting 6th form with her in London after all this time? Or is it just a coincidence. Will she finally get her best friend back, or maybe something more? Or will she fall for the wrong member of the band and leave herself and a certain blonde haired boy heartbroken? Can you really find love on a double decker bus?
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Max was very different -- but in a unique way. That much Justin could figure out. He just couldn't figure out what was different about her. There was something about her that drew him closer and he just had to figure that out. But what happened when he found out? Did he discover he was way in over his head? Max tried to stay to himself for the most part. He hated the idea of someone calling him a girl to his face. Just the mere thought sent him in a spiral -- he wanted to take the thing out of his pocket to make him focus on something else. But he didn't. Often. Especially since he noticed the kind-eyed kid in the front of his class noticing him more and more. He didn't know what the boy wanted -- he didn't think it could be good. But what happened when he decided to trust him? Would he regret it? *Rated mature because of the topic -- there will also be self-harm and cussing and other things like that. Read at your own risk. *Story has been edited

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