❝Why won't you tell me your name?❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

"Oh...hey there." I stammer and sit up, looking out the window. I tug on a piece of my hair, a nervous habit of mine I had always hated. "Hi, is this your cabin?" He had a thick Irish accent and jarring blue eyes. He wore a tank top that showed off his toned sides. "Yeah." I nod and cursed at myself inwardly. "I'm Andy and I'm a counselor here too." He grinned and scratched his head in an awkward manner. "I'm Niall and a counselor for the cabin thirteen, right next to ya. So I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other." •••••••••••••• All copyright belongs to @harrysemeralds and @ashtonschuckle. No stealing- ideas, plot, or characters.

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 between two neighbours. But what happens when the outside walls begin to crumble and their built up perfections vanish? Will they step away? Or will they find love and stay? Niall Horan AU - this is fiction. *NOT TRANSLATING* This story will deal with issues that may cause personal triggers - depression, anxiety, and other mental disorders. If you struggle with any of these things, don't hesitate to talk to someone (a professional). You are loved and have a purpose.

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