When I say all, I mean all. {n.h.} All rights reserved. UNDER EDITING

Hoodies hide my ugly body from the people around me. Just one night it didn't work and I met him on the roof of the abdonned house. He wanted to help me but I only knew he was popular and I was not. My past started haunting me again. It was horrible. ©leeneimcpayne 2017

Mim Marcus hasn't written a word since the day Niall Horan broke her heart. Niall, on the other hand, has done nothing but.

COMPLETED // Updated periodically with post-story drabbles. The only thing keeping Neha Khanna together is the book shop she owns and the romance novels she loses herself in. Niall Horan, on the hand, is a cocky investment banker with a penchant for saving failing businesses and turning profits. If you ask him, he doesn't have a single romantic bone in his body. When Neha is on the verge of losing everything because of blissful ignorance, Niall's the only one who can keep her world from shattering. But, that's only if they can learn to get along first. TW: This story does mention the death of a family member. It is not detailed. A story about being lost and finding yourself, with help from the most unexpected of things: places, books, and realizing that everyone has a story - some just have yet to be written.

"When Callie is given the opportunity of a lifetime to travel the world with Niall Horan, she has no choice but to accept the request. Her job as a guitar tech has always been her biggest love, but what happens when Niall wants to move into first place in her heart? A story of love and accepting the things that are meant for you." Massive thanks to @for-fuck-sake-h on Tumblr. Couldn't have done it without her! X Will be updating every Tuesday and Friday. Runner Up in Best Mini Fic Category in the 1D craft awards on Tumblr.

COMPLETED // Sanjana Kashyap is an Olympic level figure skater. Or, she used to be, before an almost career-ending injury at the U.S. Championship the year before. Now she's clawing her way back through physical therapy, trying to find a new partner for pairs skating, and focused on never trusting anyone but herself ever again. Niall Horan is doing anything and everything to distract himself from his disastrous previous relationship. Recording, vacationing, participating in charity soccer games despite his shitty knees. He'll do whatever he can to forget her. A chance meeting between the two during physical therapy leads to a realization - the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. That is until feelings get involved. A fwb story about heartbreak, rebounds, dodgy knees, following your passion, and weathering the storm.

Living under a paper moon, this real life just isn't right, let's get away. - When Brianne Moore moves across the country to New York City in hopes of publishing her first book, she realizes the life she thought she could leave behind is harder to break away from than she had expected. Niall Horan has had time to adjust to the city life, but when he stumbles across someone new, his visions change, inspiring him to pick up a pen and paper, envisioning his new future. - HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 NHAU Started 10/3/21

When Camila takes a spontaneous trip to New York to clear her head after a rough couple of months, she expects to have a relaxing and uneventful couple of days before heading back home. She never thought that she would met him, out of all people.

Lillianna DuBois and Niall Horan are two teen idols to the world, both with pushy and overpowering managements who decide to choose the pair's fate by planning an arranged marriage. What will happen when tensions rise and emotions start to become real rather than fake? "Remember we are in this together, we are a team," he whispers in my ear as the doors are flung open and we loose all control and power as we are fully exposed to the world. 🏅#1 Niall 🏅#1 Horan

She giggled a little as she looked over at the older couple. "That's going to be us one day." "Yeah?" She rested her head on my shoulder, giving me a quick kiss on my neck before nestling in. I scooted her closer to me with my free hand, resting my hand on her leg. I looked at the older couple for a minute. They were sitting quite close to each other, holding each other's hand, deep in their own world. It was obvious theirs was a love that had deep roots; a love that still made them feel young. I looked down at the woman I had next to me. Her fingers intertwined with mine, her other arm wrapped around my waist. She was perfection, still, even after all this time. "How did I get so lucky?" I whispered softly, to myself.