Fearless *UNDER EDITING*

Acknowledgements.

Sarah Brooke. You were the first one reading this, the one who pestered me to keep writing, to keep moving forwards. You were the reason I wrote it.

Madison. You don't like Taylor Swift much, or 1D, only a few songs, but you supported me and agreed I should keep swimming through the story.

Topaz. You inspire me to keep writing, even when I just want to pound my head into a locker.

To my fans who actually comment and vote. You also persisted in making me write. Thanks.

And finally, to ALL of the readers, talkative and silent alike, for reading this. I refuse to actually read it, because when I went in to edit it, it was so so bad. I probably will edit it at some point, but for the sake of my writing career, right now, I can't or I just might delete it. It is so so so bad and I promise I am a much better writer than I was then. Good Lord, Jesus Christ, thank you for not allowing me to read this and thus end my brain.

ILYASM!