in which niall has cancer and is awaiting death.

Niall envía un mensaje de texto a un número erróneo por accidente. Las cosas empiezan desde ahí. Original: http://iknowitainteasy.livejournal.com/tag/little%20numbers Portada: 1dnasa

''Pensaba que era precioso.'' short story #89 fan fiction #110

❝Soy Niall -dice Niall, inquieto bajo la mirada de este mimo-, ¿tienes nombre? El mimo se detiene justo en frente de él y pone su cara cerca a la de Niall. Él pone su mano en su axila y hace estallar sus dedos hacia fuera, moviéndolos, luego hace lo mismo sobre el pecho y debajo de su ombligo. -¿Pelo? -Niall dice.❞ Original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2424500 Traducción: 1dnasa 011515

"Conocía a un chico Siete años mayor que yo..."

[✓] ∥ "What do you fear most?" At my childish question, she smiles and looks down. In all honesty, I thought we were going to have to stay there all night, that she wouldn't find an answer until the sun comes out. But to my surprise, she looks back up at me within seconds, the smile I fell in love with no longer adorning her face. "Myself." **Warning: contains strong language, drug use and inexplicit sexual content. Copyright © 2014-2016 by funkystyles

andaban buscando una escapatoria, sin saber como escapar de ellos mismos. niallsxul

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Planes going into buildings. Bodies falling. Planes going into buildings. People covered in gray dust. Bodies falling. Planes going into buildings. Buildings falling. Planes going into buildings.

[on hold] → "Smile blue eyes." She snapped the photo of him, before he could manage to escape the demanding lens and following sharp flash from the polaroid camera. With a smirk and playful eyes she whispered, "see. Now you won't be merely a memory. You'll be my paper memory." Trailer by @valuables All Rights Reserved 2013 © arietem