Hi. I'm Stephenie Neiman. Just another girl. I write on Wattpad to pass my time, usually One Direction fan fictions. Yes, I sometimes write smut. I am a huge fan of Wattpad, I'm addicted. I have a tendency to miss what the teacher is saying because I'm on my phone, writing on Wattpad. Somehow, don't ask me, I have finally reached my goal; 4,000 people follow me on Wattpad. You can say I am addicted, so I do update fairly quickly. Or, you can say that I am just dedicated. Dedicated to One Direction, dedicated to updating for my fans.
That sounds really conceited, doesn't it?
Anyways, I write on Wattpad.
I had no idea that they would read my story. Of all people, they had to.
One Direction.
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
OR
Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.