Lynn Mercury is your daring, feminist idealist who only wants to get into the Portland Thorns. So when the chance arises to ditch her home city for the opportunity to go pro, leaving behind her UCLA soccer team and her persuasive ex-fling, Lynn takes off to London and quickly falls into routine with seventeen boys, a sexually active roommate, and a Coach that could easily make David Beckham feel insecure. Niall Horan is your savvy, Casanova realist who only wants to get away from his family lifestyle. He's golden, captain of the team, the star player... until two X chromosomes take his limelight, leaving him feeling vexed and confused. He knows what it means to go for the win, but when feelings get in the way, the stakes get too high. Niall chooses to deal with it the only way he knows how - scientifically. The line between love and hate had never been thinner. Start/End date: January 2016 - June 2017 The Fanfiction Awards 2017 Winner

"A lot of things can change once The New Neighbour knocks on the door" ~ Adeline can't stand Niall at first but unexpected things happens and dreams get revealed that only brings them closer to each other. Maybe they aren't as different after all? Secrets gets revealed. Reputations get destroyed. And The New Neighbour is always there right next door. THE NEW NEIGHBOUR |NH|

Naive undercover detective + Manipulative dangerous criminal = Chaos *Dark Niall* ⚠️Be Aware⚠️ The story includes 1-Mature language 2-Explicit scenes 3-Crime 4-Drugs 5-Mature content

Kaya and Niall hate each other. He's her annoying next door neighbor who's made her life miserable ever since she was born. Kaya thinks Niall does it out of enjoyment. Or is it something else? "Sometimes it's love, sometimes it's hate. Either way, you just seem to find a way to be always there." *Achievements: Fanfiction #223 *NEW, EDITED, AND IMPROVED! *Completed *Sequel to this book available on my profile (Always Yours)

A story about a hardworking CEO and a struggling cafe owner. "Mr. Niall Horan, I love you," Like the rain on a sunny day There's a shadow behind your face Tell me what you're running from I don't know what made you so afraid Don't you know you got the best of me? Yeah, you're everything I want. "Ms. Ciara Crawford, I love you too," All your thoughts running through your head The things you think better left unsaid Just wanna know where you came from Why would you wanna play someone else? I love you best when you're just yourself Yeah, you're everything I want. Oh and a whole lotta hot chocolates.

Most people would call my life perfect and I used to agree. I have wonderful and supportive parents and a hot, soon to be pro athlete, boyfriend. I have been described as beautiful, smart, and funny. I would say I had it all. I am currently going to school at Harvard, but l'm doing study abroad at Oxford. Going to Oxford changed a lot of things for me, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle or fix. No, the real problems started when I decided to take one day off to explore London. I started my day off with coffee and ended it with a few stalkers. That's the exact moment my life came crashing down. It feels like I was walking on cloud nine. One second I was floating and the next I'm crashing. All because of Niall Horan. Everything I thought I knew is wrong. How can one man do so much damage to my life? Everything I have learned in my psychology classes are keeping me afloat, especially my recent study of Stockholm Syndrome. What happens when you spend your whole life in the sky? You can't go any higher, which means you can only go down. *** "Can someone who suffers from Stockholm Syndrome truly fall in love with their captor?" Professor Dunham asks. "No. Stockholm Syndrome is your brain coping with the trauma you are experiencing. You can't love someone just because they decide not to kill you." I answer with no hesitation. "And how do you treat Stockholm Syndrome?" Professor Dunham asks like it is a tricky question. My classmate jokingly says, "lots and lots of therapy." Not satisfied with my classmate's answer I add by saying, "and never judge or give advice. You have to help the victim on their own terms and avoid polarization. They see the captor as the one who kept them alive. They won't see the bad right away." *** All ideas and concepts come from my own mind. Do not use any of my ideas. K? Thanks! And there will be swearing, alcohol and drug use, and sexual themes throughout the story.

She giggled a little as she looked over at the older couple. "That's going to be us one day." "Yeah?" She rested her head on my shoulder, giving me a quick kiss on my neck before nestling in. I scooted her closer to me with my free hand, resting my hand on her leg. I looked at the older couple for a minute. They were sitting quite close to each other, holding each other's hand, deep in their own world. It was obvious theirs was a love that had deep roots; a love that still made them feel young. I looked down at the woman I had next to me. Her fingers intertwined with mine, her other arm wrapped around my waist. She was perfection, still, even after all this time. "How did I get so lucky?" I whispered softly, to myself.

Nisha Lall is sort of used to living in the shadow of her older sister. She doesn't have anything against that. After all, she'd much rather hide out in a corner with a good romance novel than be in the spotlight. This proves to be somewhat tricky when she's chosen as her sister's maid of honor for her over-the-top Indian wedding and she can't seem to evade everyone's attention. She'd probably be able to handle it if it weren't for a certain blue-eyed best man who doesn't seem to notice how impossibly nervous she gets in his presence and has made it his mission to constantly seek her out. A story of hopeless romantics, an easter wedding, a maid of honor who has a really big crush on the best man, and a night in a tiny hotel room (with only one bed) that may or may not be the beginning of something. written for the 1dff discord server fic challenge; based on the "there was only one bed" trope with an easter twist.

The head and the heart, an exhausted rivalry of human psychology. When forced with a choice between logic and emotion, a person is sure to crumble beneath the weight of their own conscience. - Ophelia "Philly" Carter is in Manhattan and she's lost everything. She has no family, she has no money, and she has no friends. All that she has left is her dream and her brain, but to her, that's all that really matters anyway. After starting her dream job as a detective at the 17th precinct, Philly realizes that her dream may be harder to achieve than she originally planned. There's an obstacle in her way, and his name is Niall Horan. He's a genius, a good detective, and above all, Philly's main competition. When Philly stumbles across a major case that could possibly be more than she bargained for, she has to ask herself whether she should lead with her head, or her heart. It's a question she's never been able to answer. - Ot5 story Mature content Violence/Death

Brooklyn thinks Niall is the most annoying person she's ever met. He doesn't take things seriously, he likes to make embarrassing jokes and bets all the time, but somehow he's one of the best writers in the company. Niall thinks Brooklyn is the most boring person he's ever met. She doesn't care about anything but her work, she doesn't like to listen to his jokes, but somehow she agrees to make a bet with him. a story about bets, nosy siblings and finding out that winning and losing aren't the only thing that matters.