𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 (𝐧.) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Some people believe in the idea that there is always a right way to do things. Other people believe that there is no wrong way to do things. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I believed the former for so long in my life that it never occurred to me that the latter could exist in the realm of possibility. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀But none of that matters. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Because right now I am in a high speed chase, driving away from the police.

𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 (𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻, 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀; 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗴𝗶𝗮, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 Niall Horan is in the biggest boyband in the world in 2013... and his best friend Everly Davis just happens to be in the biggest girl group in the world... After meeting in 2010, both competing on the same reality show "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗫 𝗙𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿" they connected and became inseparable... in more ways than one. But just because the girl get's the guy, doesn't mean they live happily ever after... 🏅 #1 in nialljameshoran 🏅 #1 in fratboyniall

𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 (𝐚𝐝𝐣.) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 ──── ୨୧ ──── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Now, sitting here beside Niall, I realize he doesn't know that. He doesn't know that I carry that song like a bruise. He doesn't know why I felt the need to change the subject so bad on Friday night when he played that song by the fire. He just knows me as the girl who laughs when he tickles her and spins on gym mats. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀And maybe that's... okay. I'm much more okay with him seeing me as that kind of person, because to him I'm not broken or bruised. I'm just normal. I've never been normal before. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Because for the first time in a long time, the memory of Micah doesn't hurt as much. It's still there - it always will be - but it feels softer around the edges. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Niall shifts beside me, his voice breaking through the haze. "You ever get that feeling like... you're right where you're supposed to be?" ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I look over at him, his face flushed, eyes tired but bright. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"Sometimes," I whisper. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀He smiles faintly. "Yeah. Me too." ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀We lie there a little longer, not saying much. The lights flicker slightly overhead. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I believe, that everything happens for a reason. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀I am meant to be here. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ For some reason.

// In the neon-lit streets of New York City, Ivory Mancuso is just another law intern - overwhelmed by her demanding future and the weight of her dad's ecpectations. When a late-night walk leads her to a shocking crime scene, everuthing she thought she knew about her life shatteres. The man responsible? Niall Horan, a name known to millions, but to her, he's just another dangerous stranger with piercing blue eyes and a deadly smile. "You didn't see anything, did you love?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His tone was sarcastic, like he found this whole situation amusing. Like he'd done this before. "We're ghosts."

There are a lot of bad decisions you can make at two in the morning-texting your ex, cutting your own bangs, watching a three-hour documentary on the emotional lives of sea cucumbers. But drunkenly signing up for a six month subscription of an "Emotional Support Human" service while three glasses into a bottle of cheap rosé? That might somehow be worse. Because now, standing outside her apartment with a reusable coffee cup in one hand and a laminated 'welcome' packet in the other, is a man who looks like a boyband reject and grins like sunshine itself. "Hiya, love!" he chirps, like this is totally normal. "I'm Niall-your certified Emotional Support Human! Ready to feel your feelings?" ------- Or: The one where Niall Horan is a glorified therapist with the energy of a hyperactive golden retriever and Rowan Blythe unfortunately signed up for this.

Niall Horan is coming undone. Once the golden boy of the music industry, now he's a cautionary tale; burnt out, bitter, and dangerously close to self-destruction. After a public breakdown sends shockwaves through his career, his team devises a desperate plan to clean up his image: a staged romance with someone the world will root for. They just didn't tell him that someone would be Lennon Skye Hart. A rising model with a carefully curated life and a famous last name, Lennon was never supposed to be part of his story again. She's the ex he can't forget. The one who left scars beneath the surface. The only person who ever really saw him and yet still let him walk away. Neither of them knows the other has signed on until it's too late. Bound by a contract, forced into the spotlight, they're told to play nice for the cameras. Smile. Pretend. Perform. But old wounds don't heal on command. And fake love has a way of resurrecting real pain. As tensions spiral and the lines between hate and hunger blur, Niall and Lennon find themselves caught in the gravity of a love that never truly let go-a love that's as destructive as it is intoxicating. The question isn't whether it will consume them. The question is whether either of them will survive it. --------------- Or the one where Niall Horan and Lennon Hart are exes that end up fake dating for PR purposes and the tension is HIGH.

† 𝔩𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 /ˈ𝔩ɪ𝔪ə𝔯ə𝔫𝔰/ 𝔞𝔡𝔧𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢: 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔦𝔵𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫; 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰, 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔠𝔦𝔱𝔶, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔢𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔶; ∴ 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫 † "Then tell me," I rasp. "Tell me and I'll deal with it. I'll handle it. Just-don't shut me out." "I can't," she says again, voice breaking. "I can't tell you. I can't be with you. And I can't stand here and watch you break and know that I'm the reason." She swallows hard, her throat moving. "Please don't make me explain it. Please just... stop." I take a step toward her anyway, rain dripping from my eyelashes, my chest hollow. "I don't care if it kills me," I say, and it's not bravado; it's a man with nothing left to barter. "If that's the price, fine. At least then I get to be with you before it ends." She makes a small sound, half sob, half laugh, and it's the most human thing I've ever heard from her. "Don't say that," she whispers, almost fierce. "Don't ever say that." She holds my eyes for one last beat, lips parted like she might say something else - something that could undo all of this, something that could make the rain stop mattering. But she doesn't. Instead, she exhales, low and unsteady, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry," she says again, softer now, like a confession. Then she turns. And that's it.

Blake Alexander Carter has spent her life protecting those around her. Now, she has to protect herself. After moving to Chicago for a fresh start, Blake meets someone who might change the directory of her life forever. Detective Horan is tough, fast and impossible to ignore. As their lives collide, Blake must navigate the space between them - while a threat from her past lurks closer than she may realize. Friends, strangers, or something more? In a city full of danger, Blake will discover that some risks are in fact worth taking.

"I'm a mess most of the time. You know that, right?" "Yeah. But you're my mess. And I wouldn't trade you." started: 5/6/2025 finished: 8/1/2025