(WARNING: SLOW UPDATES DUE TO SCHOOL) "I'm going to make you fall in love with me." The blonde Irish boy smirked. Those were the 10 words that I thought I'd never hear come out of Niall Horan's mouth. But I guess when you put a certain determined blonde up to a challenge, he won't back down until he succeeds.
All you need to know is that this is a Harry and Luke fan-fiction. All rights reserved. *Summary on the first page*
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...
*y'all DON'T READ THIS. i wrote this at thirteen. you've been warned.* "Harry, it's been rumored that if you have a daughter you would name her Darcy. Any particular reason why?" The interviewer asked. I gulped and glanced down at my feet, not wanting to talk about the girl that I had lost. "Um, yeah, actually." I...