Renee Delilah Parker has always been an average girl. She had average grades, she was funny and a basic tomboy. Her mother sends her to spend the Summer in Mullingar, with her paranoid grandmother, her grumpy grandfather and her slutty cousin. She doesn't want to do anything but stay inside all day on Tumblr. It all changes for her when she meets Niall Horan, the bad boy. Niall's tattoos, his attitude and his flirty ways annoy her, but she can't help the attraction he feels towards him. They're complete opposites: he's the punk bad boy, while she's the goody two-shoes. Soon, he shows her what his life is all about: skating, smoking, drinking, partying, drugs and sex. The normal life of a teenage dirtbag. Without either of them noticing, the start to fall in love. But what will happen when she'll have to leave Mullingar, to go back to London? Is it just a fling for them, just a normal summer love? Find out in Teenage Dirtbag. A punk Niall Horan fan fiction.

Welcome to Stanford University. One of the most prestigious schools in California. Actually, in the world. Roxanne has been accepted and is fully prepared to go and be a new her after her life back at home crumbles beneath her. She's ready to start fresh, she even pledges for a Sorority. Gamma Phi Beta. One of the best Sororities on campus, but not the best. Until Roxanne comes along and THE Niall Horan takes interest in her. Frat boy Niall. Will she give into him like everyone else? Or will he give into her? Will her past come back to haunt her or will she be able to move on? Will Roxanne realize who and what Niall really is? Will Niall's life complicate everything? "I don't know... but I just think, you're Good for me? Ya know?"

Mein Leben ist anders, als viele von euch denken. Ich bin kein Mädchen, dass kifft, raucht oder sich ins Koma säuft. Um ehrlich zu sein wusste ich bis zu meinem siebzehnten Geburtstag nicht einmal, dass es so etwas gibt. Genau genommen bis zu dem Tag, an dem Harry Styles mich aus dem Menschenhandel-Lager freigekauft hat. Es ist schwer, die Welt zu sehen, wie es die meisten Menschen tun, aber ich gebe mein Bestes, um diese komplexe Welt zu verstehen. Aber ich bin nur ein kleines Mädchen, das sich an 10 Regeln halten muss, wenn sie nicht gefoltert oder hingerichtet werden will. Doch in mir kommen Gefühle auf, die es unmöglich machen, die Regeln einzuhalten. Meine Geschichte ist anders, als viele von euch denken. Mein Leben ist anders, als viele von euch denken. Deshalb erzähle ich sie euch, meine Geschichte. Und das ist sie. „Warrior“ -eine Harry Styles & Niall Horan Fanfiction © @CallMeLucia, 2013, Germany

After being given up by her alcoholic mother to a foster home when she was just young, Emma Wallis was sick and tired of how her foster parents treated her. She got fed up and ran away to the city of Pittsburgh without one look back, and has been homeless since she was 17. She is now 19. Everything is going great, until a punk irish boy comes looking for trouble in the night..

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

Katie is just a normal girl, she decides to out to the club with her friend Kyrstin she hasn't found her since. She gets in a little trouble with a stranger but once Niall appears she feels all safe, but what happens with some things he reveals to her will she stay by his side, or will she leave so she doesn't get in more trouble then she is already in? **Sorry i will not be editing this story it is my first book so deal with it, stope sending me hate cause I won't edit this story, Grow Up!* *Cover by: @Kyrstin01*

17 year old Jessamine Taylor has just recently moved to California after her parents both get job promotions. She's very excited to be moving to a new state. The only thing that catches her off guard is one of Hamminton High School's bad boys, Harry Styles. Something is different about this boy, and she wants to find out.

She wasn't looking for this. She didn't need this. He wasn't who she thought he was. But she couldn't let him go. He had his secrets. He kept his guard up. All she knew was that he was dangerous He'd rather be feared than loved. But she broke through his boundaries. His eyes were alluring. His smile dangerous. His body muscular. His actions dangerous.

He closed his eyes again and tried to remember. There had been a fight. Alice was there. She had been naked, screaming and hitting him. He remembered entering the house. He was holding his shotgun. He had wanted to teach them both a lesson. Before that, he could remember sitting in his shed, watching them through the half pulled curtains as he eased his pain with whisky, seeing them as they laughed together and crying as he saw them kiss.