[✓] ∥ "What do you fear most?" At my childish question, she smiles and looks down. In all honesty, I thought we were going to have to stay there all night, that she wouldn't find an answer until the sun comes out. But to my surprise, she looks back up at me within seconds, the smile I fell in love with no longer adorning her face. "Myself." **Warning: contains strong language, drug use and inexplicit sexual content. Copyright © 2014-2016 by funkystyles

"She walks into the room and I became silent. My eyes are glued to her as if the universe is pulling us together. For some reason, I was meant to be captured by her beauty." Following the end of his first solo world tour, Niall Horan must focus on writing his next album. Just recently broken up with, Horan flies to the Bahamas to feel inspired and have a clear mind in a new place. What happens when that inspiration becomes a person? Will love blossom or is it all a distraction to get over heartbreak? Find out in New Angel.

"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!

MAY 2024:‼️ ON HOLD WHILE I EDIT ALL EXISTING CHAPTERS‼️ NEW CHAPTERS COMING Aug "Niall I'm not your fucking girlfriend! You can't just follow me around! Why do you care about who I go on dates with!? It's none of your business!" I was beyond pissed at him and my shouts were only getting louder and louder. His piercing blue eyes that I've grown to love looked at me from across the alley. Hurt was written all over his face before it quickly turned to anger. "For fucks sakes!" He yelled before kicking the dumpster next to him making me jump in my place. He let out a loud sigh and began to slowly walk towards me. "I don't know okay? I don't know why I fucken care about you so much. I just do, and it's fucking scaring me." He was no longer yelling and his face was now only inches away, trapping me between him and the wall. This was not the same Niall I met a month ago. He isn't supposed to care about anyone but himself. He didn't just stick to one girl, and he certainly never showed his feelings towards anyone. "I just do." He whispered softly before cupping my face in his two hands. He looked me in the eyes and then down at my lips; and he slowly started to lean in until I felt his soft warm lips gently press against mine.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. - Plato Lexi is a law student and budding actress, trying to be the perfect daughter for her two lawyer parents, and also trying to become the woman that she can be proud of in the future. Niall has been in the entertainment industry for half of his life. He is surrounded by people, by exclusive events, nothing that he can ever want is too far from his grip, other than the loneliness hiding in his heart that he doesn't know is there. One music video brings the two world together. Is a moment under the lights enough?

"I want to dance with you in the middle of this street." She laughed at me, "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because I said I would." I twirled her around and pulled her back to me as I began to sing softly into her ear, "If the whole world was watching, I'd still dance with you; Drive highways and byways to be there with you. Over and over, the only truth: everything comes back to you." She pulled away from me and looked at me. "Niall--" "Siobhan, stop. Before you say anything, please let me say this first. I've been wanting to say this to you for I don't even know how long. And it's something I should've said a long, long time ago." She let go of me and stepped back. She looked at me inquisitively before saying, "Okay." I looked at her, she was finally going to let me say everything I had been longing to say. Now was my chance, and whatever the outcome, I would force myself to be content with it. I took a deep breath and began.....

in which a fan girl gets lucky. really, really lucky.

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

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}