𖡎 palimpsest /ˈpalɪm(p)sɛst/ noun: originally, a manuscript or parchment that has been scraped or washed clean, then written over again. Yet no erasure is ever complete-the old words remain, faint and stubborn, shadows beneath the new. ∴ a text that carries two stories at once: what is present, and what refuses to vanish. by extension: a life layered in memory, the past pressed beneath the present, ghost-ink bleeding through no matter how much you try to rewrite it. to live as a palimpsest is to be haunted-every moment doubled, nothing truly forgotten. 𖡎 Niall Horan has everything riding on his season - the scholarship, the scouts, the future he's been chasing since he first kicked a ball. Riley Maddox just wants a clean slate, far from the ghosts of a past she can't seem to outrun. They're strangers on the same campus, carrying weight neither of them can set down. Neither of them are looking for each other. But some memories refuse to be forgotten.

☽ ephemeral /ɪˈfɛm(ə)r(ə)l/ adjective: lasting only a moment; delicate as smoke, gone before you can hold it. a heartbeat borrowed from eternity ☽ I could almost see the shadows of his past, the echoes of a father whose own battles had left marks far deeper than physical bruises. In his defiance, in his unyielding refusal to be anything but who he was, I sensed a desperate bid for identity, a silent plea not to repeat the legacy he feared. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. Maeve Foster stopped believing in permanence a long time ago. Being the daughter of an Air Force officer means never staying in one place long enough to put down roots - or get attached. Niall Horan has spent his whole life in the same small town, watching people come and go like the tide. He's learnt not to get too close because, as his family says, nothing good ever stays. His father left years ago, his mother barely holds things together, and he's long since learnt that if he wants his own way out, he'll have to carve his own path. Even if it means carrying the weight of someone else's childhood on his back. Together, Maeve and Niall are a contradiction, something fleeting that feels inevitable. A flame that should've gone out long ago, yet never does. She's spent her whole life leaving, never letting herself get too close. He's spent his whole life being left behind, pretending it doesn't hurt. Maybe that's the cruellest part, because love was never the problem. Time was.

† 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.

{book 1} ✓ - ❝ Once upon a time… Wait, are you shitting me? This story doesn’t start like this. On the contrary! This story is about a girl who thought had enough of men but, of course, her words backfired on her face. Yeah, this girl is me. An average girl… Okay, not so average, more insane, I would say. Whatever. This is my story and if you want to know what happened, keep reading, because it all started with an eating contest. ❞

"I can't stop thinking about you." "No, stop." He said. "I'm not good for you." "Don't say that." "No, listen. I'll let you fall in love with me, but I won't fall in love with you, even though I'll try. I'll tell you I love you and I'll let you meet my friends. I'll make you laugh on the bad days and I'll be there on the good days. I'll do all the things a boyfriend does, including break your heart. It's what I do, so please don't fall in love with me." "It's too late and I don't care. I'd rather be shattered by your love than live a life without feeling it at all." --- Before I had the summer of my life, Niall was just my brother's annoying friend. The guy everybody knew of, whether you wanted to or not. Whether you hung out at the pubs he played at every Friday night, or whether you stayed in the background at every social event. Everybody knew Niall. What I never knew was that he would be the one to turn my whole world around in just a few months. --- If you happen to like Niall Horan and maybe even the band Picture This, this might be the fanfic just for you :) (includes sex, sexual references, drug use, alcohol, swear words etc.)

"When Callie is given the opportunity of a lifetime to travel the world with Niall Horan, she has no choice but to accept the request. Her job as a guitar tech has always been her biggest love, but what happens when Niall wants to move into first place in her heart? A story of love and accepting the things that are meant for you." Massive thanks to @for-fuck-sake-h on Tumblr. Couldn't have done it without her! X Will be updating every Tuesday and Friday. Runner Up in Best Mini Fic Category in the 1D craft awards on Tumblr.

Roxanne Styles, a bartender and sometimes a provocative dancer on the bar with a dark past. She is desperate to feel free and has her walls up when it comes to love. It took a few charms and flirtatious moments to get him hooked to her. Now, she can't get away from him. Niall Horan, the hothead frat boy who loved one night stands and nothing serious. He had no choice with the life he has and is stuck with it. He has no interest in no girls that are easy game. It took one party to get him hooked to her. Now, he can't stay away from her. Both of them don't have the life they wanted. She thinks he can't handle a girl like her, but what if he can? Two different people, different dark pasts, and yet, they are the same more than they ever thought. Will they make it till the end? Can nothing come between them? This story is not to be translated or reposted anywhere without my consent or knowledge. This story is only available on Wattpad. If you see this story is posted somewhere else, please let me know. Completed July 2014

If I told you this story begins with a contract to be one of the members of One Direction's girlfriend, you probably wouldn't even press the 'Read' button. I wouldn't do it if I were you. But although this may look like ANOTHER "fake girlfriend" fanfic, I can promise it isn't like any other story you've read about the boys; and you won't regret pressing that orange button. And I always keep my promises. Same way I kept my promise about being Niall Horan's girlfriend for the summer. But that turned out quite differently... Copyright © All Rights Reserved The story is 100% original so the rights to it belong to me. However, I do not own the rights to any place, picture or brand featured in the story below.

[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?

"when i first saw you from across the room, i could tell that you were curious. girl, i hope you're sure, what you're looking for 'cause i'm not good at making promises." -one direction, "perfect" ⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪📷 .⋅} ────── ⊰ "i didn't ask to fall in love with you, it just kinda happened." series is recommended to 2020 1D fans who had high expectations for the 10 year anniversary. book is filled with an emotional roller coaster revolving around the main character that has hardly any steadiness because to be fair, I was 14-ish when this series was written- spare me.