~We fit together like missing puzzle parts, but only just.~ "What are you doing here?" "I think I have the wrong floor."

When you're hired to be Niall Horan's girlfriend you would think it's simple, throw a few fake hugs here, throw a few fake kisses there and everyone is happy but what happens when Jenny is hired for Niall? Is this sweet, loveable boy the same person when those cameras aren't around? How will he treat this poor, innocent girl who was forced into this by her mother, and what secrets will unravel along the way? Hired PretentiousNiall © 2014-2015 Cover made by @andallthatjaz1d No part of Hired may be reproduced, or redistributed without written permission from the author. All ideas and written content belong to the author. For permission contact Pretentiousniall on Wattpad.com

she built up the walls and he was the only one who could knock them down cover by @blaqskies - Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.

"Who are you sending Nudes to?" my best friend Louis asked me. "I don't know." I told him. The truth is I really don't know who I've been sending nudes to. "Are you crazy or something? This could be some type of perv who trying to get in your pants" "He isn't.I just know he isn't. At least I hope he isn't." "So do you only send him nudes or does he send you nudes too?" Louis curiosity got the best of him. "He sends me nudes too." I smiled remembering the images he sends me. "And do you like them?" "Yup." Who ever this person is their sexy as hell. "Do you even know their name at least?" "Well I only know their middle name James."

Chelsi Beckham, a football fanatic, niece to the great football star David Beckham, a football star herself, best friend of Avalon Parker. Requested by none other than Niall Horan and friends to teach him a few football tricks, while her friend fangirls, she couldn't care less who he is. He finds this so refreshing and tries to win her over, but will he? or will her broken hearted past keep her from seeing that falling in love is not a bad thing. Based on the Song Not a Bad thing by Justin Timberlake

Mia Johnson was just your regular girl, trying to afford college, being bullied by all her class mates, but she never let it get to her. Because she knew that one day she would be/do something amazing. When that day comes, and it doesn't just change everyone's perspective of her, but also her entire life. Who knew that one phone call could change her whole life forever.

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.

"Hi." -It's a short, simple word. But it's how love starts. --- Book 1: Five Dirty Little Secrets --- All copyrights reserved. If you find this book anywhere else please report it, and send me a link. ---

I looked down at my stomach. A small bump was beginning to form, only if he knew. "Please don't go." I pleaded "I've wanted to do this forever, don't you want me to be happy?" He said grabbing his packed bag I sat on the bed we share in my apartment. Well the bed we did share, until he left. "Please, Niall. I love you." I begged "I love you too, but we're still so young and I know I'll make it far." I shook my head wishing I could wake up and see that this was all a dream, a nightmare at that "Niall I..." I trailed off, I was proud of Niall, I supported this, I supported it until I found out I was carrying our kid. 16 and pregnant, he'd leave me anyways, what would be the point in telling him? "Have some faith in me." He dropped his bag by the bedroom door and walked over to me, giving me the slightest bit of hope, he grabbed my face and kissed me "Bye, I hope I'll see you again." and he returned to his bag...leaving me.