*COMPLETED * check the sequel YOU&ME! ///// Olivia is just back from a world tour with her best friend Niall and for the first time in 5 years, he's about to have a long break while she has to go back to her normal life. Their friendship has always been nothing but that, a friendship, and they both believe it'll always be this way, which is why she gives in to her attraction to Harry Styles, her best friend's famous bandmate. But maybe just maybe, their normal friendship will turn the way it normally ends up in books and movies... or not. A tale of strong friendship, unwanted nudity, a lot of profanities and many crazy AM conversations.

𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚 (𝐧.) 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙... A Niall Horan sports romance... "The best thing that ever happened to me was finding him..." 𝓜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝓛𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭, newly exiled from Pennsylvania and furious about it, lands in Mayville, Ireland with nothing but sarcasm, soccer cleats, and an eight-year-old sister she'd burn the world for. With no girls' team in sight, she fights her way onto the boys' roster. And standing directly in her way is 𝓝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝓗𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧: fifth-year captain, stone-faced, and local legend who absolutely does not want a loudmouthed American girl wrecking his perfect season or storming her way into his carefully constructed life, and all the walls he's built around it. To him, she doesn't belong there and only brings chaos and confusion. To her he's an overhyped demigod with a superiority complex. But forced proximity has a funny way of rewiring enemies with sexual tension... The longer she's on his pitch, the harder it becomes to ignore the sparks between them. By December, Molly and Niall are caught between hookups they swore meant nothing and feelings they don't know how to handle... He thinks he has no right to feel as much as he does. She's terrified she'll ruin the first good thing she's touched in years.

Carissa Nelson is gorgeous, rich, has great friends, a hot boyfriend, and the perfect life. But it's not perfect. She doesn't want to be the girl she is. She wants to be bad, and the school bad boy Niall wants her NIALL HORAN STORY "Moments, in time. I'll find the words to say- before you leave me today."

Lily is working with One Direction on tour, she soon realises they all like her, so they decide to share her...

i wrote this a long time ago and finally decided to do something with it there's a lot of smut so feel free to skip over anything you don't like

our favorites, mickey and ian <33

This book is about Gallavich (obviously), since it's completely taken over my life and I have nothing better to do than spend my teenage years crying over the best couple on TV. Also, I don't think I need to put any type of smut, or strong language warning since most people ignore it, but we're talking Milkovich here. Everyone should be fucking ready for some smut, and cussing.

"I stare at her, my eyes pathetic and laced with a dark blue coating that reveals my true sadness. How did I let myself get like this? I'm turning into my father. And all because of something that I can't forgive myself for?" A Gallavich multi-chapter fanfiction in which, among Mickey's endless struggle to not end up like Terry and Ian's battle with security, the boys get matching tattoos. Sequel to "Blue"- "Berry"- 2nd chapter out now! 13K reads and currently 21 on #gallavich (as of 05/06/19)

𝗶'𝗺 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗱, 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗽𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻. the fate of a fucked up gallagher falling for a fucked up milkovich (follows the shameless storyline but has some added parts obvs) i wrote this ages ago so cringe warning highest rankings #1 in shamelessfanfiction #1 in iangallagher #1 in ian #1 in noelfisher #1 in carlgallagher #1 in fionagallagher #2 in emmyrossum #9 in mickeymilkovich #15 in cameronmonaghan

† 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 /ˈ𝔩ɪ𝔪ə𝔯ə𝔫𝔰/ 𝔞𝔡𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢: 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔦𝔵𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫; 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔶; ∴ 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 † "Then tell me," I rasp. "Tell me and I'll deal with it. I'll handle it. Just-don't shut me out." "I can't," she says again, voice breaking. "I can't tell you. I can't be with you. And I can't stand here and watch you break and know that I'm the reason." She swallows hard, her throat moving. "Please don't make me explain it. Please just... stop." I take a step toward her anyway, rain dripping from my eyelashes, my chest hollow. "I don't care if it kills me," I say, and it's not bravado; it's a man with nothing left to barter. "If that's the price, fine. At least then I get to be with you before it ends." She makes a small sound, half sob, half laugh, and it's the most human thing I've ever heard from her. "Don't say that," she whispers, almost fierce. "Don't ever say that." She holds my eyes for one last beat, lips parted like she might say something else - something that could undo all of this, something that could make the rain stop mattering. But she doesn't. Instead, she exhales, low and unsteady, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she says again, softer now, like a confession. Then she turns. And that's it.