Jasmeet's POV——
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The wind gushed past me as my feet hurriedly stepped into the crowd. Voices filled the room but the only voice I could hear was the voice of a god- Niall Horan. You see for many years I had spent my time crushing hard on the beautiful blonde Irish boy. Currently living on the streets due to my failed business named DFI (Dub Fresh Incorporated). Niall behind me and I smiled listening to his sweet sweet voice. "Excuse me a minute kind sir but I'm feeling quite parched at the moment" Niall explained to a burly looking man standing next to him. I believe his name happened to be Paul. The blonde boy swiftly moved aside when suddenly I felt an intense pain in the small of my back. I yelped vividly in pain falling fast into the wind. Yet before I could make it to the ground I felt strong biceps catch my minor stumble and everything went black.
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The Misadventures of Jiall
FanfictionGreetings loved ones lets take a journey. Welcome to the Misadventures of Jiall which will take you on the ride of your life. Through the intense fights and intense lust will Jasmeet Kaur and Niall Horan make it in this harsh world or will the press...
