Humanity

Humanity

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Niall Horan is probably just as he looks in the band... right? Well, he is generally the same, the fun loving Irishman. But he left one person behind on that trip to fame, showing how his humanity could stay intact. He was turned into this demon with a blood lust by Liam Payne, and refused to allow it to ruin that one person. So he left her behind. Archer Weston was the only girl who ever knew Niall. She herself maintained a simple secret so she could maintain the friendship at all cost, because that was the most she could get as long as Niall maintained his human form. In some ways, she saved him. But after he left, his fame consumed the last of their relationship, she fell weak. What is she and why does she need Niall? She may just have too much humanity, but all angelic things have flaws and so does she. Find out what the two are. Find out what Niall truly is like. Find out everything in the new fanfiction, Humanity.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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