Evie Jones was seemingly in tact. Her life was a representation of perfection. Niall Horan was seemingly self-assured. His life a representation of indifference. On the outside, they were ideal; in no way flawed. But that was the outside- A mirage of falsity. Evie and Niall were platonic. An innocent friendship betw...
She sings when she's home alone; he asks her to keep it down. {highest ranking: #2 fanfiction} © 2015 by dimplefeels
*ILLUSTRATED* Tish Williams always knew her brother would knock someone out, dropping bottles off their balcony.What she didn't expect was to come face to face with a naked Harry Styles, an awfully real gun, a string of impostors and a mystery that would change the world forever. Filled with suspense, danger, romance...
they met at therapy; therapy for sex addicts. (cover by elle)