My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

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. © niallchapel. All rights reserved.

(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

[DISCONTINUED] Whitney Davies has been oblivious to the world for three years, but you can't blame her. It isn't her fault she's stuck in Neverland. Not the Neverland you know and love, though. This is a different place, where there aren't any pixie dust or mermaids or pirates. You don't come here to avoid growing up. This is the Neverland where you're trapped being somewhere in between sleep and awake. This is where you'll find everyone who's in a coma right now, waiting for their bodies to wake up from a deep slumber. And this is where Whitney has been for three whole years. No one ever expects to find themselves in Neverland. Especially a member of the most famous boyband in the world.

In which a sarcastic girl with a secret fear of touching meets a rebellious, lilac haired boy who can't seem to keep his hands off her. (last updated 2020)

"Somehow in this fucked up mess I managed to fall for you."

Country girl Jenna has lived her entire life in the rural areas of Tennessee, so when she moves to the big city, her only job is a dead-end receptionist at a run-down law firm, not exactly her ideal career choice but It paid the bills and got food on her table, she was in no place to complain. Her drastic life change was tough to get used to, but when she bumps into successful business manager Niall Horan, her life may be about to get a little harder.

Imagine a society where everything is absolutely perfect, or at least that's what they make it out to be.

Will Niall + Danielle find love while at college?

"Who's that?" I asked, my eyes glued to the blonde boy currently letting his eyes roam over the sweaty bodies of the girls out on the dance floor, the corners of his lips curling as his tongue darted out to run over them before sliding his shades over his eyes. "Who? Him?" She moved her chin into his direction and I nodded. "That's Niall Horan. The biggest heartbreaker on Campus...." She continued to talk but I zoned out. The light settings had switched to strobe, and his eyes were able to be seen with each burst of white even with the black lenses of his glasses. My mind filled with thoughts about him. The Heartbreaker...This party was probably just a setup so he could pick his next victim. The poor innocent girl he'd seduce and fool. Even if his attempts failed, she wouldn't be able to leave this house until she gave in to him. And if she did, that itself would be disastrous for her. Either way, the girl he'd choose would be fucked. No pun intended. "Chloe!" Candace hissed into my ear, gripping my arm. "Didn't you hear me?!" The alarm in her whispering was thick. "Chloe, you need to get out of here. He's staring at you. He's choosing you!" My eyes widened in alarm as they darted over to Niall, their attention on his right hand which was swaying dangerously close to his side before it made another movement. He lifted it slightly and it came down softly on his thigh. One pat.. Then again. Two pats. Oh, God. Three and its over for me. His hand slowly lifted once more-. Rated M for mature content and language. COPYRIGHT 2013- @FindingOswald