𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 (𝐚𝐝𝐣.) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 ──── ୨୧ ──── ⠀ ⠀ Now, sitting here beside Niall, I realize he doesn't know that. He doesn't know that I carry that song like a bruise. He doesn't know why I felt the need to change the subject so bad on Friday night when he played that song by the fire. He just knows me as the girl who laughs when he tickles her and spins on gym mats. ⠀ ⠀ And maybe that's... okay. I'm much more okay with him seeing me as that kind of person, because to him I'm not broken or bruised. I'm just normal. I've never been normal before. ⠀ ⠀ Because for the first time in a long time, the memory of Micah doesn't hurt as much. It's still there - it always will be - but it feels softer around the edges. ⠀ ⠀ Niall shifts beside me, his voice breaking through the haze. "You ever get that feeling like... you're right where you're supposed to be?" ⠀ ⠀ I look over at him, his face flushed, eyes tired but bright. ⠀⠀ "Sometimes," I whisper. ⠀ ⠀ He smiles faintly. "Yeah. Me too." ⠀ ⠀ We lie there a little longer, not saying much. The lights flicker slightly overhead. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I believe, that everything happens for a reason. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I am meant to be here. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ For some reason.

☽ 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.

"Do you feel safe with him?" the question seemed silly; in my head I had immediately laughed at it because it was so absurd. How could I not feel safe with Niall? He had turned out to be the only constant in my crazy life so far; he was always there for me through out everything. He did everything that he possibly could to help me to get to the point that I was at then. Instead of going on a rant about how much I did, in fact, feel safe with Niall, I nodded and said, "I always feel safe with him." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Navaeh is not your average teenager. Sure, she's a few months away from being eighteen, and is having trouble getting a better grade then a C in Biology, but her troubles don't end there. Niall is one fifth of the popular boy-band One Direction, and seems to be living the dream. A chance meeting brings the two together in a circumstance that leaves Niall afraid for Navaeh's safety. She harbors secrets about herself that only her and one other person know and when Niall becomes determined to break down her walls, things get complicated. A relationship is hard enough to keep as it is but when you add an unmistakably cruel family problem it gets harder. ****************TRIGGER WARNING: abuse, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts and actions. Please do not read if easily triggered.********************

*COMPLETED* Music is her life. She writes, she sings, she plays, but she's too afraid to show the world. She didn't think things would change when she run into a blonde blue-eyes lad. He wasn't supposed to get her music, no one ever was. But she didn't realize that this was one of the best things that could ever happen to her. A One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer fanfic

"you're no better then me Elle" She smirked crossing her arms while sitting politely. "What's that suppose to mean?" I scoff "It means you're a wolf under a sheep's clothing you hide secrets and there not so little, wait till that boy Band finds out what they are"..... (Duplicity Niall since julez made me fall in love with his persona this is basically a fanfic about a fanfic character from the book duplicity By happydays1d I am not mocking her wonderful work I'm just bored and decide what the heck Niall deserves a love oc as well so Im doing it this actually takes place in complicity) love you julez.... (Book 1)

Everybody has a dirty little secret. Want to know what mine is? My dirty little secret is that.. Well, I am someone elses dirty little secret. Niall Horan's dirty secret that is. A secret he isn't so keen on letting the whole wide world know about. But as everyone may know, is that the thing about secrets is that they often don't stay hidden for long...

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alora hayes: hollywoods it girl, star of the marvel cinematic universe, loved by all. niall horan: one direction member, impeccable singer, equally loved by all. the two are complete strangers, well up until ally decided to text her number neighbour.....

"Who are you sending Nudes to?" my best friend Louis asked me. "I don't know." I told him. The truth is I really don't know who I've been sending nudes to. "Are you crazy or something? This could be some type of perv who trying to get in your pants" "He isn't.I just know he isn't. At least I hope he isn't." "So do you only send him nudes or does he send you nudes too?" Louis curiosity got the best of him. "He sends me nudes too." I smiled remembering the images he sends me. "And do you like them?" "Yup." Who ever this person is their sexy as hell. "Do you even know their name at least?" "Well I only know their middle name James."