"You saw me in a way no one had before." Zayn whispered after a minute or two of silence. I looked up to read his overwhelmed gaze, and for the first time, I couldn't read his emotions.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

"YOU AND ME, WE'D BE A BIG CONVERSATION." Eighteen year old Malia Rhodes had a pretty standard life in her eyes. She had a big group of friends, a caring mother, and a lot of money from her dad. But now she's eighteen, she needs to start taking responsibilities and earning her keep. Her dad sets her up with the band he manages called White Lines, a band who'd stolen the hearts of teenage girls across the world. She'd be assisting a friend of his throughout their tour, for ten months. The only problem was a certain blonde in the band. Niall Horan. She knew him briefly at high school for what quickly turned into a failed friendship. He was friendly then, now he's a lot more intimidating. Two years and a bit of fame really changes a person. But soon, Malia realises Niall's personality isn't what she has to be worried about. She seems to have gotten herself involved in a much, much worse scenario than she'd ever thought possible.

Blair Collins is a spunky 19-year-old who desires to follow her wildest dreams and live life to the fullest, alongside her best friend, Delaney. After deciding to leave her town in Ohio for big-city Chicago, she expects to continue her normal life that consists of partying, influencing and modeling, and one-night stands--that is until she meets hot-shot club owner, Niall Horan. Turns out Ohio wouldn't be the only thing that would be bad for her. ------------ "No!" she shouts. "Just stop. You want to know why I'm so upset? I'm upset because I care about you so fucking much, Niall. I don't want to. Honestly, it would've been easier if you were dead, because then there would be no possible way for me to keep coming back to you. But you aren't, and I don't want you to be. That's why I'm mad. I'm upset and angry because I could've easily lost you, and I'm not ready for that. I don't think I ever will be, and it fucking terrifies me, because I know one day I will. One day you'll be gone forever." Multiple tears stream down her face as her voice cracks. She tries to compose herself by pacing her breaths and remaining silent. Unsure about what to do, I rush up to her and pull her into my chest. "I'm right here. I didn't mean for you to see that. This is exactly what I was scared about," I lowly whisper. "What?" she sniffles as I sigh. "Us caring about each other. I'm dragging you into my treacherous world and I can't. You're too pure, too angelic," I feel myself become overwhelmed by my emotions. "What are you saying," she pulls away from me. "No," she shakes her head as I feel my heart slowly breaking. "Blair, I don't know if I can be in your life anymore." "You don't get to make this decision for me," she hisses at me. "It's my life and I get to do whatever I want." This hurts so fucking bad and I have no idea why. ------ MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKING - #10 IN LITERATURE 6/26/21. THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

🏅 - #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)