How you gonna say that? Take it all back. Fuckin' with my head will make my heart attack. - When Jasey Foster agrees to join her father, owner of Foster Music Management, on tour with punk band, Pretty Venom, she finds herself fighting her morals and struggling to make sense of the world around her. Niall Horan, lead guitarist in the band, faces his own struggles finding himself in the world after having to escape the life he created for himself back home. His rockstar nights are followed by hungover and dreadful days as he searches for motivation in his clouded mind. "Do I make you nervous, Jasey?" he asks, looking down to me as he takes a step closer, awaiting the answer. I step backwards from him, shaking my head. He takes another step to me. "Use your words, Jasey." I finally step towards him, raising my head to face his. "Why would you make me nervous? Why would I waste my time worrying about a rude, entitled, selfish musician who has to have his friends save him from every mistake he makes? It's no wonder you had to leave Ireland. You probably couldn't own up to your poor decisions and now that you have three people who will cover your ass from any conflict you walk into, you don't care about your recklessness because you know there will be someone to clean up the messes you make." His lips slowly turn to a grin. "There she is. Keep going. " - HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 Niall Horan AU #1 Literature #1 Writing #2 Niall #62 Niall Horan #1 Niall Horan Fanfi #1 Band #1 One Direction STARTED MARCH 2021 ENDED JULY 2022

✼ In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is. ✼ Most impressive rankings // #2 in Conflict and #62 in Comedy! ✼ Voted #1 in the 2019 VA Awards for both Alternate Universe and Fan Favorite! ✼ Please read with discretion.

❝What are your dreams, young man?❞ ❝I- I don't know, sir..❞ He answered, stuttering a bit. ❝I don't know..❞ Harry never expected that such a question would throw him off as much as it did. He didn't expect that he'd be thinking about that same question until three am, or that he would come up with something as crazy as he did.. Something crazy that had always been a dream of his, but what always seemed too crazy. Harry never thought that leaving would do as much damage as it did. He never thought it would really effect people, but he also couldn't imagine any other way of finding his happiness, and his happy ending.

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

"So here's the thing," he starts. "I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it because their opinions shouldn't matter, you know?" Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, "And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven't been wearing any and I think you should because that's what you like." or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis' just trying to figure out whats wrong with him. {Ao3 wankersville}

It all started with the headaches. Harry's fine, he thought just so so tired. My own rendition of the iconic Cold Blue Water fic.

Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]

harry and louis exchange notes almost everyday, slipping them into each other's lockers. that is, until, something comes up and things dont end well. [lowercase intended]

I was captivated, but he was all too good at his profession: Harry Styles, Playboy. © wrenadler, All Rights Reserved. (Larry with some Ziam)