𝗘𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲 (𝘷.) 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐝 hates a lot of things. Water, pistachio ice cream, power outages, and even the 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳. Oh, and not to mention 𝐍𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧- the loud boisterous boy down the street who used to be her friend. (Key phrasing: in the past). When Summer and Niall's friends go down to an old (familiar) cabin to spend their summer before they all go off to college on the beach and with each other, as one last friend-group hurrah- tensions rise and simmer, and both Summer and Niall are forced to face things in their past-and present-about themselves and each other.

𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 (𝗻.) 𝟭. 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝗺𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗻𝘁. 𝟮. 𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. 𝗠𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗹𝘆𝗻𝗻 𝗩𝗼𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 lives, sleeps and breathes for soccer. 󠀠󠀠ㅤㅤAs captain of Briarwood's girls' team, her eyes are firmly set on one goal: earning a future with the Seattle Reign FC. ㅤㅤWith budget cuts and the merging of two schools onto one campus, Maddy finds her team has to share the field with the Briarwood Boys', which means dealing with their egotistical team captain who thinks he's God's Gift to Women-𝗡𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗛𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻 ㅤㅤNiall is used to winning-on the field, at parties, and with girls. But beneath the confidence and the grin is a guy carrying more than anyone realizes-and the last thing he needs is a rivalry with the girl who refuses to fall for his act. ㅤㅤAs tension simmers to a boiling point, Niall and Maddy are constantly finding themselves at each other's throats-and in each other's beds-which definitely wasn't the plan. ㅤㅤBut life rarely follows the game plan. ㅤㅤWill they survive the season? Or get stuck losing 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲.

☽ ephemeral /ɪˈfɛm(ə)r(ə)l/ adjective: lasting only a moment; delicate as smoke, gone before you can hold it. a heartbeat borrowed from eternity ☽ I could almost see the shadows of his past, the echoes of a father whose own battles had left marks far deeper than physical bruises. In his defiance, in his unyielding refusal to be anything but who he was, I sensed a desperate bid for identity, a silent plea not to repeat the legacy he feared. .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. Maeve Foster stopped believing in permanence a long time ago. Being the daughter of an Air Force officer means never staying in one place long enough to put down roots - or get attached. Niall Horan has spent his whole life in the same small town, watching people come and go like the tide. He's learnt not to get too close because, as his family says, nothing good ever stays. His father left years ago, his mother barely holds things together, and he's long since learnt that if he wants his own way out, he'll have to carve his own path. Even if it means carrying the weight of someone else's childhood on his back. Together, Maeve and Niall are a contradiction, something fleeting that feels inevitable. A flame that should've gone out long ago, yet never does. She's spent her whole life leaving, never letting herself get too close. He's spent his whole life being left behind, pretending it doesn't hurt. Maybe that's the cruellest part, because love was never the problem. Time was.

𝑺𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑳 𝑻𝑶 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 !! 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑰𝑺 𝑨 𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲 𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 !! 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 (𝐧.) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 It's 2019 and has been nearly two years since Everly Davis and Niall Horan got back together. But just because the girl gets the guy doesn't mean they live happily ever after... from marriage, to their family troubles, and even more hiccups with trying (and failing at times) to start their own, Ev and Niall's relationship will once again be put to the test. " 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒈𝒐 "

We found ourselfs in the music we hear and the songs we make.

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She was different from other girls and he was a typical jock. ---------- "Fuck you, Horan", I cuss. "You fuck me", he says. "I'm not even sure if you have a penis", I smirk.