OMFG! J'y crois pas! Je relis au moins 20 fois ce putain de mail... Ok, respire Ayley respire... Sur des milliers de directioners j'ai été choisi ! J'arrive pas à y croire. Beaucoup de passages en anglais donc ceux qui ont du mal désoler... Et plusieurs lemons❤️

☽ 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 † The band is called Evanora. Three platinum records. Two overdoses. One frontman sleepwalking through fame with a bottle in one hand and a bleeding conscience in the other. Niall Horan was never built for the pedestal. He sings like a sinner and breaks things just to see if they mattered. The press calls it comeback. He calls it penance. Enter Juliette Finch. Corporate polish. Crisis PR. She's been sent to drag Evanora out of the fire and back into the charts. But no one informed her that the band runs on insomnia and pills. That their dressing room doors don't lock because locks are for people with boundaries. That there's a girl who hasn't left the greenroom in three days and nobody knows her name. The label wants numbers. Juliette's job is to make them look alive. But Evanora has a different definition of living. There are whispers in hotel corridors. Unmarked vans at soundcheck. This isn't rock and roll. This is ritual. And Juliette is starting to think she wasn't hired to save them. Just to make sure they burn pretty. NIALL HORAN X ORIGINAL CHARACTER DARK CONTENT AHEAD - THIS STORY CONTAINS MULTIPLE THEMES THAT NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL READERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK DO NOT STEAL, REPOST, OR COPY MY STORY UNLESS EXPLICIT PERMISSION IS GIVEN FOR TRANSLATION.

Ivy's new music professor is Niall he is not what she had been expecting he is young and gorgeous. They are student and professor but that doesn't mean they are going to stay that way...

En 2014, Lisa, petite fille de deux ans , placée à l'orphelinat alors qu'elle n'avait que quelques mois pour mauvais traitement, elle va passer d'une vie en orphelinat à la vie avec 5 tuteurs et tout va changer pour elle.