"Mr. Horan. Our relationship is, and always will be strictly professional." "We'll see about that, sunshine." -- A story in which an arrogant, charming, slightly self-centered football player is determined to get his new, young accountant to sleep with him. But they both soon realise being involved with each other leads to more than either of them bargained for. |Mature Content, 18+| |Completed|

There are over a thousand bars in the city of Boston, forty-nine of those are Irish pubs, but only one of those forty-nine belongs to Niall Horan. When Rigby finds herself inside The Bunk Off one summer night, there was no way she would have ever known that the brunette man with sapphire eyes behind the bar would become a steady current in her life. But when they find themselves a thousand miles away from where they started, will they find a way to make it up somehow?

[Complete] It's the oldest profession in the world. The clientele is as elite as it gets. So what happens when one of the world's most eligible bachelor billionares falls in love with a girl who gets paid by the hour?

Violet is a usually quiet, book loving girl with a fable for online book blogs, tattoos and obsessing over Cole Sprouse and Dylan O'Brien while dealing with stress and anxiety. Niall is known for his skill in bed but also his reputation to break hearts like a stone breaks glass and his parties. No one ever misses his parties. Violet doesn't really like Niall but what when he starts trying to come closer? High School is a great place to experiment and find love. - I trace my hand down his hard chest, over the inked skin and over his abdomen, until I reach his belt. My fingers lock around the slightly cold metal clasp. I bite my lip, breathing steadily. He sucks in a deep breath, tensing under my touch. I look up at him and bring my lips to his ear, quickly letting them graze his earlobe. "You're too easy, Horan", I mumble, as I let go of his belt and push him away with a smirk on my face.

Choking on air this time, I practically yelled, "She doesn't need a hook up! She needs to be alone. She needs to get her head on straight. She's thinks she's not worth anything to anyone. She doesn't need some random hookup or new boyfriend. She needs to be---" "With you?" She looked at me oddly, expectantly, smugly. I coughed, "What?!" Just then Harry came up behind her. "What's going on here?" "Nothing. I'm just forcing Niall here to realize what's right in front of him." "That sounds like a terrible idea." "What the fuck are you two talking about?" I asked. "Oh, I don't really want them to hook up, Harry. I wanted to see what his reaction would be. I want Niall here to finally fucking notice. I mean, for god sake's we've all had to watch it the last year and a half." "What the fuck is going on?!" I yelled, causing anyone within earshot to look over at me, including Esta. She looked at me, concern on her face. "He clearly needs someone to spell it out for him and if his own bandmates won't do it, then I will! Someone needs to tell him before she finds some other loser who doesn't deserve her." "Tell me what?" I asked, still completely lost. Kendall turned to me, "Tell you that you're in love with Esta."

[sequel to You're My New Nightmare - completed] In senior year Olivia Crawford fell in love. She fell in love with a guy she thought she'd never be interested in. And Niall felt the same way about her. Olivia wasn't the regular kind of girl he'd be with. But they fell for each other, harder than they wanted to in the first place. But secrets and lies got involved in their relationship. Right before graduation, they broke up. Olivia went to university in London and Niall went back to Ireland. They said goodbye to the person they loved the most. Olivia tried to convince herself that she had moved on, but it all changed one night. What happens when Niall is back in town and is begging her for a second chance? Will he back off because she has a new boyfriend, or will he fight for her? --- I guess it's true what they say; you never really get over your first love. And your first love isn't always the first person you kiss, or the first person you date. Your first love is the person you'll always compare everyone to. The person that you will never truly get over, even when you've convinced yourself you've moved on. - Highest ranking: 🥈 #badboyniall 3 #fratboyniall 6 #punkniall

[✓] ∥ "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

Lynn Mercury is your daring, feminist idealist who only wants to get into the Portland Thorns. So when the chance arises to ditch her home city for the opportunity to go pro, leaving behind her UCLA soccer team and her persuasive ex-fling, Lynn takes off to London and quickly falls into routine with seventeen boys, a sexually active roommate, and a Coach that could easily make David Beckham feel insecure. Niall Horan is your savvy, Casanova realist who only wants to get away from his family lifestyle. He's golden, captain of the team, the star player... until two X chromosomes take his limelight, leaving him feeling vexed and confused. He knows what it means to go for the win, but when feelings get in the way, the stakes get too high. Niall chooses to deal with it the only way he knows how - scientifically. The line between love and hate had never been thinner. Start/End date: January 2016 - June 2017 The Fanfiction Awards 2017 Winner

Renee Delilah Parker has never been too popular at school. She gets average grades, has two best friends and all she wants to do is get through her last year of high school alive. That isn't an easy task when she's got a perfect brother, two judgmental parents and a slutty cousin who moved in after her parents passed away. And just when she thought things couldn't get worse, Niall Horan, the school's bad boy got held back a year for failing English and is now in her class. All she has to do is stay away from trouble; however that proves to be rather difficult when all the boy does is cause trouble. Her last school year will be much harder than she thought; especially since she seems to have a thing for boys who aren't good for her. But you know what they say: "Every girl wants a bad boy who will be good just for her, and every boy wants a good girl who will be bad just for him." --- "You should probably stay away from me." He said, staring at me through the thick smoke that came out of his mouth as he spoke. "And what if I don't want to?" "Trust me, you do." "Why is that?" "Because I'm the guy your parents warned you about when you were little." ---- !!! THIRD CHAPTER IS ON PRIVATE YOU HAVE TO FOLLOW ME IF YOU WANT TO READ IT !!! WARNINGS: Graphic Sexual Content, Language, Drug Use, Self Harm, Eating Disorder, Death *thank you to @LiamsPrincessx3 for the cover*

(Kind of Niall/ Luke book, but only a little lol) Good grades, full scholarship, rich lifestyle, what more could you ask for? Sex, alcohol, frat parties, and violence, that's all I live for. Forget all that sappy shit. Save yourself from the set up of all disatsters. Heart of gold, happy, purity, such innocence. Heartless, stone, gives a shit less. Secrets, lies, hatred, lust, love. What happens when the two complete opposites test themselves and put their trust into something that is incapable of keeping safe? When promises are broke? When something cuts so deep that it is unable to be mended? Find out in Frozen. WARNING: There will be violence, alcohol and drug references, sexual content, and swearing. Highest rank in ff #5 3rd place in the 1D Awards for best Niall Horan Fanfiction - Copyright 2014. All rights reserved. Anything from Frozen (Frat Boy Niall Horan) can not be reproduced, redistributed, modified, or displayed without consent of the author. All writings and ideas belong to the writer. For permission contact @niallsbabe_xx on Wattpad.com