would you rather live the pain to the end, or end it in total? - "if how you dress emphasizes who you are, then i guess i'm a living breathing lie." © brianna lauren 2015 book three | niall

in which niall has cancer and is awaiting death.

❝Why won't you tell me your name?❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

Millions of Directioners—Niall girls think they know everything about their idol, Niall Horan. Little do they know, he doesn't handle hate like any usual celebrity. He feels lonely, he feels depressed, he feels the need to hurt himself, he feels the need to shoot him down whenever he tries to look good. It doesn't occur to him that many people go through what he goes through. It doesn't occur to him that he just might have found the one that could help him, the one that feels the same way. • National U.S. Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-8255 •

"There was a boy that sat in the back of my last period class, I thought he was beautiful."

How can someone so relevant in your life be so inconspicuous? All Rights Reserved. COPYRIGHT © 2014 xPhenominiallerx

Melanie has always been quiet. She never really made herself known, and she never got in trouble. Niall was the opposite. He was loud, disruptive, and one of the most popular guys in school. But he did have a good side. He never chased girls --although they chased him-- and he was nice to everyone. Almost everyone. When Melanie develops a crush on Niall, she's confused. They're nearly exact opposites. As she tries to get close to Niall, she finds out she's the embodiment of everything he hates in a girl. Will she go to untold lengths to get him, or will she shy away like she has her whole life? . COPYRIGHT © 2014 xup_all_niallx (Book One: Melanie's POV)

i will bruise your lips, scar your knees, and love you too hard. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave, you will finally understand why they name storms after people. © soshoran. all rights reserved. any copyright of this story is illegal with out credit or consent given by me. warning; this story contains graphic depictions of violence, drug use, explicit sex scenes, and other mature themes. read at your own risk.

[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.

Horan, the self-centered, cocky prick who was the attention whore on the field. Walters, a bit of a ball-hog, bitch who seems to get caught up in the game too easily. But, there wasn't enough room for two assholes on the battlefield, let alone two stars. niall horan cover : @louniversity