He threatened to murder them. My family. The only way to save them, was to leave the band. So I left my life of luxury to save them. I faked suicide for my family.Now everyone thinks I'm dead. My family, friends, the band, the fans, everyone.They put me on the streets of rainy Seattle with nothing but a duffel bag with extra clothes. They put me in a gang living in the shadows. I went from the happy and sweet Niall everyone knew to the punk with too many tattoos living in the alleyways. I am Niall James Horan, and I am a punk. Copywright© 2013

[] he was just truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with his best friend.

niall horan fanfic written back in the carrot days. warning: cringeworthy.

[Completed, unedited] Niall and Mariah walked hand-in-hand for the cameras. The cameras only, they both said. But of course, that was not the case. They acted in love for the movie. They acted in love for the public. Sometimes, though, acting can turn into reality. Sometimes reality has more problems.

A girl who has just figured out what she wants to do with her life. She yearns to travel the globe; taste what the world has to offer; her hands are outstretched toward the feeling of utter and complete happiness knowing she is where she is supposed to be. Where she is destined to be. Not knowing that her so-called destiny means running into a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy of One Direction. Will she be brave enough to knock down her own walls and let him in? Will she let something that has the all-encompassing potential to be utterly and irrevocably amazing happen? --- Feel free to check out my Teen Fiction story, "7 Letters". Description: "For an insurmountable time, I sat there, in my parked car, staring blankly through the windshield with jumbled thoughts. How dare he try and charm his way back into my life? How could he? What he did was unforgivable. Unreasonable. The very thought of what he did makes me cringe and disgusted in not only him but of the person that I put so much faith and belief in. I believed he’d prove everything I ever thought, wrong. I believed the people I loved wouldn’t hurt me. But there I was again, proving myself wrong as well. I was left with nothing but hurt, doubt and regret weighing heavy on my weak, fragile shoulders." -- Age 5, 6 words and 7 letters. At the age of 5, there were 6 words and 7 letters that brought Philipa and Matthew together. Matthew was the last person Philipa expected to hurt her in the most unimaginable way possible. He proves her wrong and replaces all of the faith and trust she had in him and the world before her with doubt and distrust. Will these seven letters be the only thing to bring them back together like it did the first time? Link: http://www.wattpad.com/story/8282053-7-letters

"I fucking hate that I need you & I swear to go I know it'll be the death of me."