Harry is one of the most popular people in the school. Known around the school as the best football player and the fashion icon. everyone loves Harry. especially one unpopular boy the year below. Niall is the exact opposite of Harry, unpopular and not as sporty besides his love of golf. Niall is in love with the tall boy with the luscious curls but Harry doesn't even know of Nialls existence. this is written in povs as short little journal entries

Harry was seeing things others weren't. At first he thought it was a gift. But his gift soon turned into a nightmare. Against his will, his parents forced him to see a psychiatrist. He hated it. He hated his doctor and his illness. But Liam loved it. -------------------------------- If you aren't comfortable with mental illnesses and schizophrenia, don't read this story. Thank you and enjoy.

That's just a little hope that just never gonna happen you know? The little hope, happiness and love that you see at the end of the tunnel. Once you get there with one step to take you get pushed all the way back to the beginning like you never were at the end in the first place. The never ending torture and pain that comes back like it never went away just got worse and worse until you couldn't take it anymore then you just break and end it all? Well that's how Justin feels

[COMPLETED] ❝What are you going to paint?❞ ❝You.❞ -_-_- The one where Zayn is a homeless street artist and Liam is a successful business man. Zayn decides to color his life outside the lines. And while he does that, Liam finds out that there's more to Zayn's art than he had thought. [#107 in fanfiction] Copyright © 2014-2015 || boytoys

Zayn has tormented Liam throughout all of high school. Liam is openly gay, which is what Zayn mainly touches on. His favorite way to tease and bully Liam is by calling him "Princess," but when another bully dares to mess with Liam, and Zayn begins to learn more about the boy he teases, the mocking word becomes a loving one. "You're my Princess, Liam"

Narry Storan one shots! I take prompts and I'll write pretty much anything! Enjoy!

12 April 1934, The Horan family was found brutally murdered in their house. Wife and husband had been gagged and maimed before being shot in the head. Their 17-year old son, Niall Horan, was found in his bedroom's closet. He had been gagged and maimed too, but far worse than his parents. A horrendous smile was cut on his face, his eyes burned away. The murderer was never found. 80 years later, 18-year old Zayn Malik has just moved into the little cottage he bought. It literally is his dream house, in the middle of the countryside, close to the woods. Now he can finally relax on his own, away from his parents and the city... Or so he thought. Not long after he moved to his new house, Zayn starts noticing weird things. He starts seeing unnatural things, nightmares afflict his dreams every night and, what is the tale of the boy, murdered in his very house? Warning: lots of blood. It's boyxboy! Please don't read if you don't like it. This is a work of fiction, so before you send hate, remember 'you can never lie in fiction' Cover made by PartOfMyHeart

Harry is a stripper and he's all Niall can think about. The only thing is there's something about Harry's job that Niall isn't quite aware of yet. ps: this story is dedicated to my friend Victoria because honestly if it wasn't for her, I never would of written this story. so thank you :)

"I know I shouldn't but I may or may not have a slight tincie little crush on my coach"~ Harry

"All you are is a fag."