When Lucy meets Niall, she was probably at her lowest ever. So much further down rock bottom. Niall makes it his mission to change her mind and make her fall in love with life again. But why? Does he have other motives? Or did he just fall in love with her?

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

"I have one question,"I state firmly, enveloping my arms over my chest "Does that blood belong to you or someone else?" Niall reaches for the silver faucet, slowly turning it to the left so that the flow of water eases.A puddle of red liquid vanishes down the drain, leaving faded splatters inside the basin. He turns to look up at me, fresh water droplets stringing down his flustered cheeks.Although the room was exceptionally dark, I could still make out the devilish smirk that had crept its way onto his lips. "What, scared it might be yours next time?" // Fawn Danvers is presented with a one way ticket out of her hometown; an offer to be the new drummer for the world famous band 'Viper' on their upcoming tour. Her task seems simple, play music and not tread on anyone's toes.But when Fawn learns the secrets behind the spotlights and the chilling dangers that lie ahead, there's not much left to stop her from falling in the deep end. "Cross my heart and hope to die darling." Top rankings #27 bands #11 darkniall

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

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?

COMPLETED // Sanjana Kashyap is an Olympic level figure skater. Or, she used to be, before an almost career-ending injury at the U.S. Championship the year before. Now she's clawing her way back through physical therapy, trying to find a new partner for pairs skating, and focused on never trusting anyone but herself ever again. Niall Horan is doing anything and everything to distract himself from his disastrous previous relationship. Recording, vacationing, participating in charity soccer games despite his shitty knees. He'll do whatever he can to forget her. A chance meeting between the two during physical therapy leads to a realization - the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. That is until feelings get involved. A fwb story about heartbreak, rebounds, dodgy knees, following your passion, and weathering the storm.

How you gonna say that? Take it all back. Fuckin' with my head will make my heart attack. - When Jasey Foster agrees to join her father, owner of Foster Music Management, on tour with punk band, Pretty Venom, she finds herself fighting her morals and struggling to make sense of the world around her. Niall Horan, lead guitarist in the band, faces his own struggles finding himself in the world after having to escape the life he created for himself back home. His rockstar nights are followed by hungover and dreadful days as he searches for motivation in his clouded mind. "Do I make you nervous, Jasey?" he asks, looking down to me as he takes a step closer, awaiting the answer. I step backwards from him, shaking my head. He takes another step to me. "Use your words, Jasey." I finally step towards him, raising my head to face his. "Why would you make me nervous? Why would I waste my time worrying about a rude, entitled, selfish musician who has to have his friends save him from every mistake he makes? It's no wonder you had to leave Ireland. You probably couldn't own up to your poor decisions and now that you have three people who will cover your ass from any conflict you walk into, you don't care about your recklessness because you know there will be someone to clean up the messes you make." His lips slowly turn to a grin. "There she is. Keep going. " - HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 Niall Horan AU #1 Literature #1 Writing #2 Niall #62 Niall Horan #1 Niall Horan Fanfi #1 Band #1 One Direction STARTED MARCH 2021 ENDED JULY 2022

"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.....

"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!

She giggled a little as she looked over at the older couple. "That's going to be us one day." "Yeah?" She rested her head on my shoulder, giving me a quick kiss on my neck before nestling in. I scooted her closer to me with my free hand, resting my hand on her leg. I looked at the older couple for a minute. They were sitting quite close to each other, holding each other's hand, deep in their own world. It was obvious theirs was a love that had deep roots; a love that still made them feel young. I looked down at the woman I had next to me. Her fingers intertwined with mine, her other arm wrapped around my waist. She was perfection, still, even after all this time. "How did I get so lucky?" I whispered softly, to myself.