“People want to kill you. You aren’t even afraid they will?” “You can’t kill something that’s already dead.” - an ouat panfic -

- A Niall Horan/1D fan fiction - Nobody likes to be told that they're not good enough. Nobody likes hate from complete strangers about the littlest things. Nobody likes bad rumors about them to spread across the entire world. If that happened, that person would probably already be on a plane to go hide themselves in a faraway town and try to never show their face again. And that is exactly what Niall Horan did.

After Cassandra Rivera’s tragic car accident, her boyfriend, Niall Horan, thinks she’s dead. Let’s face it, she barely made it. It was a bus hits car accident and Cassandra was in the car. She was in a coma for eight months before Niall lost hope and left. It was four months later when she woke up and realized that Niall was gone. Left her in fact. Later on, she knows that Niall is in a band and had followed his dreams, probably totally forgetting about her. Skip to three years later on Niall’s nineteenth birthday when he is back home for his charity. It’s late and Niall is coming home and decides to grab McDonald’s. Fate brings them back together and they meet again. *Warning: Slightly carroty at the beginning and I was like stupid when I started this so just take that into consideration*

"Depression is serious. It's not something you use to get some attention"

Yes, I lost my father and he was the best man in the whole world. Yes, I have a stepmother who is a witch and whom I hate most passionately. Yes, I have two stepsisters that are a pain in my arse and who lost their brains when they were little. Yes, my life is like a cliché from a bloody fairy tale, but you know what is missing? The fucking Prince Charming! And where is he? Nowhere to be found! Probably he's dancing in his palace with a stupid and empty-headed Barbie. Arsehole. Who needs him, anyways? Certainly, not me. I'm almost Cinderella, but you can call me Ella. BOOK #1 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Gladiolus, t symbolises "Strength of character, honour, conviction."