It was then that I knew. As his devil eyes, blue and cold like winter, peered at me from around his expensive camera, I knew he was different. His gaze tore through me like I was air, cooling my veins to the core and taking my breath away; it was then that I figured out he was like night air. He was cool and mysterious, yet maybe somewhere in his darkness there was peace and over a billion small lights, shimmering in the far and dangerous distance. **Mature **Book 1 of currently 2(as of 12/22/2016) **This story and the idea behind it is 100% mine with the help from a few other Wattpad writers on certain marked chapters where credit is given. Please do not copy or steal my story or any of /my/ original characters. If you wish to translate this story to another language, I will not mind but please verify with me first so I can ensure that no plagiarism is taking place and credit is given. Thank you very much, Luv_Irish_Pride

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What happens when Wendy is kidnapped by Europes Most Wanted criminal, Niall Horan?

'I rolled off my bed drying the last tears. The ones I swore I'd never let escape my eyes. Not for that. Not for him.' Hannah lives in Mullingar, Ireland. Her life is pretty simple. Nothing much to it, really. Except she has to be cautious whenever she turns on the radio, the TV or when she reads a magazine. Why? Because she doesn't want to see his face. The boy who ruined her. A year passed since she managed to escape him. She's been trying her best to forget everything. Unfortunately for her, his year-old explosive fame doesn't play in her favor. Obviously. Having dated him for 3 years before he became famous, she can easily laugh at the image he and his boyband claim. Respect towards women? Please, she thought. Persuaded that with his new fame he's forgotten about her, which, in her opinion, is better anyways and wished she could say the same about her, she'll quickly be proven wrong. Knowing him by heart, she could reckon that when Niall Horan wants something, he gets it. And that's exactly what he did.

After what seemed to be a renewal of our relationship, all hope for the better had shattered. Everything was back where it started. Between two kisses we'd fight, cry, fuck, laugh, and be with other people to forget one another. But somehow... We always found our way back on a common path. And it only got more toxic each time.