[this is the story of how i learned to live. but don't worry! it's kind of a fun one.] - ❝No, Niall, you don't get it! Our mom left me at a fire station and caught the next flight back to you. You grew up with a family, you got baby pictures and warm sweaters. You had a home. I didn't. I guess she thought she was setting me up for a better life, one better than whatever she gave you, but it wasn't better. What do you want me to say? I was left, I was abused, I have one leg. I'm damaged goods. You, and the rest of the boys along with you... you have to learn how to be okay with that.❞ - When Mickey is nearly 16, she survives a car accident that kills her best friend. After, her life takes a 180. She meets her brother, and the rest of One Direction along with him. Things begin to look up. Living with a boy band on tour, and eventually in London, was never the future she imagined. Getting scouted by SYCO was never the future she imagined. But it was a future she didn't mind. Mickey finally gets a taste of the happiness she never had; family, love, a home worth going home to. But 16 years of damage had already been done. Mickey meets the boys with one and a half good legs, a broken smile, and nightmares so bad she'd rather not sleep. Are five singers fit to be a family? And even if they are, will Mickey Horan ever be able to let them in? And maybe, just maybe, could her and one her brothers band mates work out? [COMPLETED - BOOK ONE OF THE CIY SERIES] [UNDERGOING EDITING. BEAR WITH ME.]

*One Direction fanfic, mainly Harry Styles* -The entire British society is a supernatural population- Every human is in hiding. Every creature is in searching. With only 152 humans left, the British is gaining more and more control over the whole world. ~ 17-year-old Evelyn Mathews refuses to give up. Long ago, her father was taken away by a supernatural creature, and was taken over to the British land. Her mother was killed in a war between the British and the the rest of the population (and yes, the British won), and her friends are in danger thanks to the Brits. Evelyn Matthews refuses to give up. But what happens what she falls in love with one?

"Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed" 𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝟏𝟓𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒔! (𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔) ☆ Don't be a silent reader <3 ☆ Olivia works at a strip club, Point Blank, in Daytona Beach, Florida. Their club is kept above water by these modern day mafia men, who use the club as a front for their own buisness. What happens when Olivia is presented with a band, and a chance to go on tour with them... and tangled up in a mess she never saw coming? °✰═══════✰° FINISHED! Read if you like plot twists, slow burn, crime, mafia plots, etc., °✰═══════✰° bullet casings. lining the alley. better than them lining my gut. a strip club. a band. drugs. money. The point is, you either kill or be killed. and I watched enough people die to know I wanna kill.

Avery's been through heartbreak and unbearable torture, leaving her emotionally scarred. Her rich older brother, Jason, forces her on a solo trip to Paris for a few weeks. she feels like it's a dream come true. But once she gets on that plane her life changes in an instant. Now she's somehow dragged along with the biggest boy band in the world, travelling to different countries. But Avery falls for one special boy along the way, can she ever love somebody with the past she bares? can she ever trust anyone again? can she love him as much as he loves her? a story packed full of cute romance, humour, suspense and tragedy. it's a fast paced on-the-edge read that'll keep you wanting more.

Maybe we shall have to grow up quicker than we thought?

"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚" [Highest rankings] 1# in everywhere 1# in Onedirectionasthemselves 1# in Niallhoranfanfiction 1# in fanficniallhoran 1# in fanficniall 54# in direction 1# in Nialllovestory 3# in Horan 1# in fanfictiononedirection 1# in onedirectionfanfic 1# in Niall 1# in niallhoran with 1# in onedirectionfanfiction

Niall Horan has taken a keen interest on Twitter and Instagram during his time off. During one of his live sessions, a certain girl catches his eye, thus beginning a great online friendship, that could soon turn into something more. Highest rank: #1 niallhoran #1 liampayne #1 louistomlinson #1 harrystyles #1 onedirection

Touch me, yeah I want you to touch me there Make me feel like I am breathing Feel like l am human // Exactly two years have passed since the mysterious disappearance of the beloved boyband 'One Direction', Harry Styles, the face of the group, has announced he'll be releasing a book. "A heartfelt memoir," said their notoriously controlling management. But will that be enough to quiet the theories and ease the fans' worries? // Lioren Vale is hired as the ghostwriter for the world-famous popstar. After years spent yearning for the truth, she accepts eagerly. What she doesn't expected is that, after all this time, she'd find herself right in the middle of the chaos. Will she survive long enough to tell the truth? A HARRY STYLES FAN FICTION

The crinkles by the eyes. The dimple by the smile. When you're drawing somebody, you begin to notice every little detail about them. But do you begin to love them little details, or do you prefer the bigger picture? ©2013 CanIHazzaCookie

† 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.