I look into the blue eyes of my best friend and it feels like staring down a stranger. They are familiar and foreign all in the same moment, glossy and pleading. The dimly lit street allows only enough light to cast glimmers on our faces and subtle shadows on the ground. It's raining but I've hardly noticed; all I see is him. "Megan please don't go," he says desperately. "I-I'm sorry." A tear falls steadily down my cheek. I don't want to go but I have to be strong for myself. I run forward and wrap my arms around him in a hug. "I love you Niall," I say near his ear, "I just don't like the person you've become." I hold back a sob, "When my best friend comes back tell him to find me." I don't say another word I just go, leaving him all alone in the dark street...

They were meant to be married but instead they felt their love was slowly fading to oblivion, much like Niall's fame was about to, or so they thought. They have conquered so much together but will they be able to withstand what is to be subjected to them and enthral themselves into married life together? Will their rapturous relationship return, or will it fade to oblivion? Oblivion © PretentiousNiall 2015-2016 Cover made by myself. Highest rank in fanfiction: #158 No part of Oblivion may be reproduced or redistributed without written permission from the author. All ideas and written content belong to the author. For permission, contact Prentiousniall on Wattpad.com

❝you only know you love her when you let her go.❞ -- © 2013 xniall

[ONGOING] ❝Opening your wrists won't set your demons free, but opening your heart just might.❞ ✖ ✖ ✖ Anna Winters is broken. A long time ago, a horrific incident tore her family apart, destroying her life in the process. Now, five years later, she's alone and empty. A controlling mother with a habit of drinking herself into a stupor and the abundant scars on her skin are all she has left. Niall Horan is broken, too. A series of dire mistakes and unfortunate events have led to him living in an abandoned house on the edge of town, where darkness -- and the guilt of all he's done -- constantly threatens to suffocate him. He spends his days writing songs in the basement, never really expecting anything to come of it. When Anna stumbles across the lonely house one summer morning, and comes face-to-face with a blond-haired Irish beauty, she's reminded of the subtle fact that maybe, just maybe, life really can get better. But both are haunted by terrible pasts; both have dark secrets to keep; and, after all, you can't play on broken strings. But, of course, there's no harm in trying.