𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲 (𝘷.) 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐝 hates a lot of things. Water, pistachio ice cream, power outages, and even the 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳. Oh, and not to mention 𝐍𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧- the loud boisterous boy down the street who used to be her friend. (Key phrasing: in the past). When Summer and Niall's friends go down to an old (familiar) cabin to spend their summer before they all go off to college on the beach and with each other, as one last friend-group hurrah- tensions rise and simmer, and both Summer and Niall are forced to face things in their past-and present-about themselves and each other.

actions and reactions. (or: harry hasn't spoken for a year and his boyfriend, louis, has yet to figure out why. harry is a sophomore in college and louis is a senior, and they navigate a world of noise.) [June 2021] word count: 50,000 words trigger warnings: attempted suicide, trauma/ptsd, severe physical violence, smut

[Completed] Louis has gone through a lot of things emotionally but no one has ever noticed or really cared for the matter. Harry is the best looking guy at school and the most popular. But he doesn't go from girl to girl like a player would he dates girls for a few months sometimes years What happens when Louis and Harry are forced to sit next to each other? And get to know each other very well Will this finally be the savior Louis has been hoping for? And will this finally be the lover Harry has been searching for?

🏅 - #1 in niallhoran 🏅 - #1 in duplicity ^ iconic moments for me "We were liars" 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 (𝐚𝐝𝐣.) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ 󠀠󠀠󠀠️⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I never even said goodbye to him. When I ran, I left a note. A single, cowardly note for Louis and Liam. It just was a goodbye. I didn't say where. I didn't say anything about Daytona. I just... vanished.️ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀But he found me. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀He must have. He must have torn the world apart looking for me. Or paid someone who could. He found my name maybe, I put it on the lease of the penthouse. And he's been... what? Protecting me? Supporting me? From afar? ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I stand in the middle of his silent, sun-drenched room, and the world has tilted off its axis. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I thought I was running from a monster. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I had no idea I was being saved by a saint. ᴀ ᴅᴜᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛʏ ɴɪᴀʟʟ sᴛᴏʀʏ ʙʏ ɴɪᴀʟʟᴡʜᴏʀᴀɴsʟᴇꜰᴛsʜᴏᴇ (ᴀᴠᴇɴ)

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.

We should be frens because... well, just read and we'll find out!

† 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.