Lynn Mercury is your daring, feminist idealist who only wants to get into the Portland Thorns. So when the chance arises to ditch her home city for the opportunity to go pro, leaving behind her UCLA soccer team and her persuasive ex-fling, Lynn takes off to London and quickly falls into routine with seventeen boys, a sexually active roommate, and a Coach that could easily make David Beckham feel insecure. Niall Horan is your savvy, Casanova realist who only wants to get away from his family lifestyle. He's golden, captain of the team, the star player... until two X chromosomes take his limelight, leaving him feeling vexed and confused. He knows what it means to go for the win, but when feelings get in the way, the stakes get too high. Niall chooses to deal with it the only way he knows how - scientifically. The line between love and hate had never been thinner. Start/End date: January 2016 - June 2017 The Fanfiction Awards 2017 Winner

† 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.

𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗘, 𝑑𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 ❝You've got a second chance You could go home Escape it all, it's just irrelevant.❝ ┃── 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ──┃ • 2010 year ─ ???? • niall!horan x fem!oc • english language • on-going ❛. . . 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓮 . . .❜

❝OF COURSE I STILL CARE LOVE'S NEVER WASTED WHEN IT'S SHARED. AND ALTHOUGH ITS OVER, I'LL ALWAYS BE THERE❜❜ the art of loving is a common belief that means love isn't just luck, but a skill that requires discipline and effort, much like an art form. but in reality, love can be layered, much like an onion. a possessive over consuming emotion that can leave you reaching for the end of the cave. but heartbreak is like lingering kiss that clings to your lips, a taste that overstays its welcome. in this situation, the strong taste of onion refuses to leave amelie astor, the pain and suffering chasing her through the shadows, and the root of her agony is the pain inflicted by her bandmate, harry styles.

// 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."

zayn malik and cassandra austen had been bound together for as long as memory allowed, their childhood woven with laughter, secrets, and promises whispered under summer skies. but time is cruel, and secondary school scattered them like leaves in the wind. that was natural, wasn't it? friendships weren't meant to last forever. at least, that's what they told themselves. yet no matter how wide the distance grew, no matter how stubbornly they tried to let go, zayn and cassie were caught in each other's orbit-inescapable, inevitable. in 2009, sparks flew, but they eventually died out. in 2023, the sparks wish to catch fire once again, but something is stopping them. zayn malik x (oc)

"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.

"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)