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The Boy From Firehouse 81 by zolozen
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Dead center of urban Detroit, Michigan isn't always the safest of places. From gangs to drug houses, everything needs to be looked at twice if you're in the right area. Sometimes, though, people need a place to call home. Sometimes people need to have the feeling of security. Sometimes people need Firehouse 81 which sits in the middle of an urban city neighborhood of Detroit. Sometimes people just need to find their own safe haven box.
Love is a Time Limit (Niall Horan) by KannibalGhost
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Since an early age, Niall has been living under a rare heart condition constraining the majority of his life. To help soften the blow of what the future holds, he makes a single promise to his first love, swearing to be together until the end. However nothing can change the effects of the heart disease constantly weakening the strong façade he has always tried to keep up. Niall's time limit on love eventually grows thinner and thinner, leading him to the possible end of a story of fame, young romance, and hurt. Could anything save the lad from near death? Or will he be forced to leave the life shared with his first love?
Insane by GhostNiall
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{Niall's Pov} I sat in my room with my back up against the wall with my hands over my ears. I wanted him to go away. I needed him to get out of my head. You did this... His voice whishpered in my ear. I shook my head and he laughed. You know that your the reason I'm gone. I stood to my feet and reached for the door handle opening the door leaving the room slamming the door shut behind me. I stepped back from it and felt someone's hand rest on my shoulder making me jump. I turned around seeing that it was my dad. "Niall are you alright son?" "H-He's not dead..." I muttered looking back at the door "Niall we've talked about this..." He starts and I cut him off and point at the door. He pulls me into his chest and hugs me rubbing my back. I shook uncontrolably hoping that someone would listen to me. No one ever did.
Cyberbullied by Its_Totally_Makayla
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Millions of Directioners—Niall girls think they know everything about their idol, Niall Horan. Little do they know, he doesn't handle hate like any usual celebrity. He feels lonely, he feels depressed, he feels the need to hurt himself, he feels the need to shoot him down whenever he tries to look good. It doesn't occur to him that many people go through what he goes through. It doesn't occur to him that he just might have found the one that could help him, the one that feels the same way. • National U.S. Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-8255 •
Forever My Father by zolozen
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Zayn Malik has had a pretty good life. He’s well liked throughout the school, he has this natural ability of being smart so you’ll never see him studying for more than one hour, and he’s just an overall lovable kid. He makes sure that no one messes with his friends, and always puts others before himself. I guess you can say it runs in the family with his father being general of the British SAS! Welcome to the life of a soldier’s son.
Everybody Needs Somebody by zolozen
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What happens when the world doesn’t work the way it’s intended to work? What happens when a little boy is supposed to be saved from a life of abuse and neglect but in the end doesn’t? What happens when Zayn Malik’s life turns out the exact opposite from what he should be getting? Well that’s what’s about to happen. Going back ten years, Louis Tomlinson-Styles never noticed the suffering his four year old neighbor was going through. Never did he see the bruises or the flinches or the tear stains that made up the boy. Now ten years later Zayn Malik is starting his first day of high school with Mr. Tomlinson as his drama teacher. Will somebody finally notice the boy’s suffering or will he continue on this road of agony?