"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Loving a person is not that easy. Sometimes it is easier to just adore someone. It is far more uncomplicated. So you try it. Trying to adore your intriguing geography professor Mr. Horan and keeping yourself from falling for this man. There should not be in problem in that, you almost know nothing about him. And the less you know, the less you have to worry about crossing a line. But what if he wants you to get to know him? What if he wants to get to know you? - Reader Insert (Without Y/N) - There will be smut

This is a collection of randomly inspired fun little numbers involving multiple different AU Niall's. *These stories contain mature and explicit content*

"Well?" I looked up from the piece of paper. "This is the biggest file note I've ever read." "What do you expect Mal he's a pop star." "Digging up his own grave too." I argued back. "Look if you can't handle him then I'll find you someone else." I looked down at the paper again. I put my head on my hands thinking about if I want to take this client on or not. It's only Niall Horan how hard could it be? "Fine- I'll take him but if he's mean to me don't expect me to be all goody goody with him." "Do whatever you have to do to get his life together-"

"I'll be honest with you. I can't stop thinking about you either. I want to be with you. I want to ask you out on a proper date." "Then why don't you? What's stopping you?" "You." I gave him a confused look. "I just- I've never been a good boyfriend and you deserve someone who will treat you right. I'm not good at this whole dating thing. I won't ever forgive myself if I ever break you." "So break me then." "Harper, please don't make this hard." "Well you like me and I like you I just don't see how we can't just take that chance?" "I want you to go through with your plans with football. I doing what's best for you. I'm no good Harper." "Maybe we don't date then we'll just be really good friends who kiss each other. No strings attached." "Trust me you'll get attatched." "Na-Uh." I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck. "Harp." "C'mon Niall. We'll just be a thing. Plus I'll be leaving so then it's not like we'll be dating or anything." "I don't know." "You make really happy. I just want this before I have to leave." I whispered to him slowly leaning my face closer to him. I kissed his lips and we were both shocked by my sudden action. He kissed me back, not rough though. It was nice and gentle. "No strings attached?" He asked me. "No strings attached." We kissed again.

The head and the heart, an exhausted rivalry of human psychology. When forced with a choice between logic and emotion, a person is sure to crumble beneath the weight of their own conscience. - Ophelia "Philly" Carter is in Manhattan and she's lost everything. She has no family, she has no money, and she has no friends. All that she has left is her dream and her brain, but to her, that's all that really matters anyway. After starting her dream job as a detective at the 17th precinct, Philly realizes that her dream may be harder to achieve than she originally planned. There's an obstacle in her way, and his name is Niall Horan. He's a genius, a good detective, and above all, Philly's main competition. When Philly stumbles across a major case that could possibly be more than she bargained for, she has to ask herself whether she should lead with her head, or her heart. It's a question she's never been able to answer. - Ot5 story Mature content Violence/Death

When Katerina went through a bad break up, she decided to become a bodyguard so no one could mess with her again. She becomes Niall Horan's newest personal bodyguard.

"We will always be here for you Emily, no matter what." Emily Blackwell, Niall Horan's new drummer. Her life on tour isn't always peaches and cream; leaked photos, hate and a visit from her twisted past. How will Emily cope with the pressure of touring with Niall?

Kis részlet a könyvből: Nyújtotta felém a kezét. Meglepődtem, nem számítottam a közeledésére, de mivel táncolni nem akartam vissza menni, és még az italom sem készült el úgy gondoltam mért ne ismerkednék vele -Lara.-Nyúltam felé. Pár másodpercig így álltunk egymás kezét fogva, nem volt kellemetlen a szituáció inkább furcsa. Olyan volt mintha már ettől a szimpla kézfogástól szikrák pattognának köztünk. Sziasztok ez az első történetem, remélem tetszeni fog nektek. A történet teljes mértékben saját! /A történet trágár kifejezéseket is tartalmaz/ /18+ os jeleneteket (még nem)/

,,-Miért pont a földrajzot választottátok fakultációnak? -Könnyű belőle az érettségi. -Úgy gondolod?" ,,-Ez nem lenne... Tilos a munkád szempontjából?" ,,Bármennyire is figyelnem kellett volna arra, ahogyan Mr.Horan magyaráz a ciklonokról, egyszerűen nem kötöttek le a szavai. Csak az járt a fejemben, hogy mi történt kettőnk között tegnap este." +18 /egy kicsit/