One-direction Stories

Olivia gets her whole life flipped on its head. One moment at her parents funeral, the next on tour with One Direction. Book 1 in my One Direction Series Each is a stand alone

Cute sickfics from the 1D days. REQUESTS OPEN

in which after taking an extended break, celina comes to terms with her break up from ex-fiancée, zayn malik, through music. ( social media & irl )

Kidnapped by love never thought of falling in love with you but i did never meant to love you but i did

Sickfics for all of my fandoms: •The Sidemen •The Pack •Phan •One Direction •New Hope Club •5sos I will take requests on any of these so leave comments to let me know.

"I thought I was just supposed to help with your songs." "You did. You're all of them." started: 7/31/2025 finished: ???

"This isn't how I imagined it going." "Neither did I, but I'm kind of enjoying it." started: 5/29/2025 finished: ???

UNEDITED Liam. Liam has hidden his feelings for too long. Zayn. Zayn has hidden his feelings for too long. They are close. Everybody knows it. The fans, management, the boys. But nobody would ever guess they had feelings for each other..apart from those few fans who ship 'ziam.' But Liam is drugged. Zayn walks in. The biggest argument anybody in the band has ever seen. Awful things said. The truth comes out..? Do they make up or is there bond broken forever...? All they know is that they CAN NOT love one another...right?

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.

This is dedicated to my friend who suggested I do one of these one shot sick/hurtfics.

'w e h o l d e a c h o t h e r' o n e d i r e c t i o n k i d n a p p e d

𝐏𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚 (𝐧.) 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙... A Niall Horan sports romance... 𝓜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝓛𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭, newly exiled from Pennsylvania and furious about it, lands in Mayville, Ireland with nothing but sarcasm, soccer cleats, and an eight-year-old sister she'd burn the world for. With no girls' team in sight, she fights her way onto the boys' roster. And standing directly in her way is 𝓝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝓗𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧: fifth-year captain, stone-faced, and local legend who absolutely does not want a loudmouthed American girl wrecking his perfect season or storming her way into his carefully constructed life, and all the walls he's built around it. To him, she doesn't belong there and only brings chaos and confusion. To her he's an overhyped demigod with a superiority complex. But forced proximity has a funny way of rewiring enemies with sexual tension... The longer she's on his pitch, the harder it becomes to ignore the sparks between them. By December, Molly and Niall are caught between hookups they swore meant nothing and feelings they don't know how to handle... He thinks he has no right to feel as much as he does. She's terrified she'll ruin the first good thing she's touched in years.

Meet My Ocs VIII.

Since the academy, Harry and Louis have moved in the same orbit- a firefighter and a police officer who were never just friends, not really. Years of working side-by-side, saving people, teasing each other, and pretending their hearts weren't already spoken for. But love has a way of surviving sirens, blue lights, late-night calls, and even the fear of losing what matters most. And sooner or later, Harry and Louis have to face the truth they've both carried for years- they've always been each other's home. But when danger is part of the job, can love survive the heat?

1902. A courtroom. A glance that changes everything. Harry Styles, an attorney who has spent his whole life trying to disappear. Niall Horan, a woodcarver who is never silent, even when times aren't safe. They cross paths in a trial they'll never forget, but their story is written elsewhere... in pages where ink spills in secret, love presses between lines, and truths that can only survive when hidden. Love doesn't always survive in this cruel world, but love always survives in memories. DOES MENTION (CHILDHOOD) SA, PLEASE READ WITH CARE!!

Rori thinks Harry is nothing more than a pompous British jerk that gets off on making everyone around him miserable. Harry thinks Rori is nothing more than a sad and lonely bore with the inability to carry an interesting conversation. None of that diminishes the odd and animalistic sexual attraction either of them have for each other. But that's all it is. Sex. And lots of it.

"I hated him...right up until it was impossible to not want him." ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ, Malachi Barton, the schools bad boy, and Ivy Brown, a boring 17 year old girl, both hate each other. Until they realise it wasn't hate, it was love.

"You're going to disappear again, aren't you?" The words cut sharper than he expected. He opened his mouth to deny it, then closed it again. She wasn't wrong. His life had always been defined by leaving. Tours, studios, schedules that tore him from places before he could root himself. "I don't want to," he admitted, surprising himself. "Then don't," she said simply. "It's not that easy." Her gaze met his, steady and unflinching. "Maybe it is. Or maybe you just don't want it to be." Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

A Larry Stylinson fanfic - it's not dirty!

Meet my Ocs part VII