When her world gets shaken up, Bailey, her family, and her new amazing group of friends have to adapt their lives to the situation. They realize every moment is bittersweet and delicate. What's nice about photographs is that they capture a moment in time that is gone forever and that is impossible to replicate. But they make everything feel so real again. "This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect." -Jodi Picoult

By some stroke of luck and the work of quick doctors, Billy Hargrove survives the attack of the Mind Flayer. He wakes up months later, after going through a number of surgeries due to the chunk the creature had taken out of him, wishing he died. He is then kept within a facility, under the watchful eye of scientists, to determine whether the creature still resides within him or not. It can't possibly get any worse than this... Until Steve Harrington offers to come along. Not because he wants to spend time with the guy, no, but because he can't stand seeing Max worried about how they would treat him. He figures his parents won't miss him anyway and the procedure will only take a few weeks. What could go wrong? They end up being roommates for a little while. With Billy being even colder than usual and Steve being all the more annoying, spurred on by Billy's attitude, how will they ever pass the time and survive through each other's company? This book is ✨COMPLETED✨

"And after all the fucking matches, broken bones, ripped punching bags and crowds yelling at me to get up... who the fuck knew that my hardest fight would be you?" • [Contains smut] ©loudluke

🌊 "He thought he knew heartbreak-until she walked into his life with coffee in one hand and chaos in the other. Now Conrad Fisher has to choose between the past he can't let go of... and the girl who's slowly becoming his future." --- this story takes place in season three/ book three of the summer I turned pretty. This story doesn't really follow any time line or "rules" i kind of made it up along the way In where Conrad meets someone at medical school

SEQUEL TO PERFECTLY FAKE - read that first <3 Niall's life is so silent without Lillianna. Niall misses the way she taps on her phone with her dramatic acrylic nails until he settles into bed, then kisses him and tucks her toes beneath Niall's calves for warmth. She breathes heavy in her sleep, sometimes snores a little bit even though Niall would never tell her that; truth be told it usually keeps him awake longer than he'd prefer but tonight he can't sleep without it. He's hyper aware of the cars on the street, the rain pattering on the window. The sheets are stiff and too cold. He looks at his suitcase and bites his lip nervously. The next two weeks are judgement day for Lillianna and Niall, or should I say no judgement day ;) •I've heard it said that marriage is like a single house but our love is likened to an invaded town conquered by each others souls, our love is as strong as the moon's pull to the ocean so much so that my heart swells painfully every time I lay my eyes upon her pretty face. •

// In the neon-lit streets of New York City, Ivory Mancuso is just another law intern - overwhelmed by her demanding future and the weight of her dad's ecpectations. When a late-night walk leads her to a shocking crime scene, everuthing she thought she knew about her life shatteres. The man responsible? Niall Horan, a name known to millions, but to her, he's just another dangerous stranger with piercing blue eyes and a deadly smile. "You didn't see anything, did you love?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His tone was sarcastic, like he found this whole situation amusing. Like he'd done this before. "We're ghosts."

☽ 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.

Evie Jones was seemingly in tact. Her life was a representation of perfection. Niall Horan was seemingly self-assured. His life a representation of indifference. On the outside, they were ideal; in no way flawed. But that was the outside- A mirage of falsity. Evie and Niall were platonic. An innocent friendship between two neighbours. But what happens when the outside walls begin to crumble and their built up perfections vanish? Will they step away? Or will they find love and stay? Niall Horan AU - this is fiction. *NOT TRANSLATING* This story will deal with issues that may cause personal triggers - depression, anxiety, and other mental disorders. If you struggle with any of these things, don't hesitate to talk to someone (a professional). You are loved and have a purpose.

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