Evie Jones was seemingly in tact. Her life was a representation of perfection. Niall Horan was seemingly self-assured. His life a representation of indifference. On the outside, they were ideal; in no way flawed. But that was the outside- A mirage of falsity. Evie and Niall were platonic. An innocent friendship between two neighbours. But what happens when the outside walls begin to crumble and their built up perfections vanish? Will they step away? Or will they find love and stay? Niall Horan AU - this is fiction. *NOT TRANSLATING* This story will deal with issues that may cause personal triggers - depression, anxiety, and other mental disorders. If you struggle with any of these things, don't hesitate to talk to someone (a professional). You are loved and have a purpose.

[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.

In which a sarcastic girl with a secret fear of touching meets a rebellious, lilac haired boy who can't seem to keep his hands off her. (last updated 2020)

[✓] ∥ "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

"When you finally let go of the past something better will come along." (cover by moonxriver)

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."