Drunk, wasted and Niall horan
- LECTURAS 220
- Votos 1
- Partes 9
Contenido adultoContinúa5m
Última publicación dom, ago 10, 2014
Hey guys I'm Clare and married to Niall horan, sorry he's taken please take Harry or Liam thx xoxox
About a wasted night study group, mixed with a bit of Ryan Gosling, and naughty stuff. Hehehe
Todos los derechos reservados
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Quizás también te guste
Wish I Was Home
"I can't keep doing this," he said as he stopped and glanced back at me. "You can't keep running either," I said loudly. That made him turn and face me fully. "Me? I'm the one always running? What about you? You've ran how many times in the past? You've let everyone else control our relationship. Everyone but me!" "You told me to leave you alone," I yelled. "You said you didn't want any of this anymore. You left the fucking country! You went and never even considered what that would do to me!" "I lied too Louis! You hurt me and I wanted to hurt you back!" he yelled. "Maybe a friendship is out of the question. Our relationship is beyond repair. All we do is lie to each other." He turned to walk out again and he opened the door. I rushed to him and reached for his arm. "Harry don't go please." I had never stopped him from leaving before. This time my heart wouldn't let me let him go. "You said you cared and you missed me too." I spoke in a low voice and used his own words against him. A low thing to do but I needed him to understand how much I was hurting. Note: this is a story of pure fiction. If Harry and Louis are not be together in real life then, we as a fandom, have created a beautiful and tragic love story! I hope you enjoy my work. I put my heart in it. If you're not a Larry shipper don't read this. If you are then I hope you enjoy!!!Concluida
Walking in the Wind One Direction ONHOLD
Ready to go back to 2010 with me? Amber wakes up in her childhood bedroom with a massive headache. She looks at the date and it says; April 11 2010. This can't be right, because only yesterday it was October 16 2024. But it is right, it is real. Somehow she ended up as a 16 year old in 2010, and on top of that, her sister is dragging her to the auditions for the X Factor. There she realizes, she's competing against one direction... But they don't even know they're one direction yet. Follow her on her journey to success, helping the boys come together, becoming friends with them, and maybe even fall in love. I honestly can't really cope with Liams passing so I'm writing a fanfic. This is my way of keeping Liam alive. The idea of the book is one that I pulled from an old unpublished fanfic I wrote in 2014. The idea was to travel back in time to be with one direction, which now seems something I want to do more than ever. I'll tell you now that I decided the main character will travel back from a time where Liam was still alive so she doesn't have to deal with knowing when he'll pass away. Just to keep everything light and fun. Disclaimer I'll publish as I go so sorry if you have to wait for the next chapter, but I'm uploading every other day. Normally I wouldn't publish my writing I'm too much of a perfectionist to share stuff like this but grieving alone really sucks so I'm just hoping us directioners can find comfort within each other. I'll try my best to include many personal details and events about the boys into the book but I have to leave some room for creative writing. I'm also just grieving and hurting so please let's be kind to one another.
Kidnapped By My Ex-Boyfriend | n.h
'I rolled off my bed drying the last tears. The ones I swore I'd never let escape my eyes. Not for that. Not for him.' Hannah lives in Mullingar, Ireland. Her life is pretty simple. Nothing much to it, really. Except she has to be cautious whenever she turns on the radio, the TV or when she reads a magazine. Why? Because she doesn't want to see his face. The boy who ruined her. A year passed since she managed to escape him. She's been trying her best to forget everything. Unfortunately for her, his year-old explosive fame doesn't play in her favor. Obviously. Having dated him for 3 years before he became famous, she can easily laugh at the image he and his boyband claim. Respect towards women? Please, she thought. Persuaded that with his new fame he's forgotten about her, which, in her opinion, is better anyways and wished she could say the same about her, she'll quickly be proven wrong. Knowing him by heart, she could reckon that when Niall Horan wants something, he gets it. And that's exactly what he did.Concluida
Crashing Down (Dark N.H A.U)
Most people would call my life perfect and I used to agree. I have wonderful and supportive parents and a hot, soon to be pro athlete, boyfriend. I have been described as beautiful, smart, and funny. I would say I had it all. I am currently going to school at Harvard, but l'm doing study abroad at Oxford. Going to Oxford changed a lot of things for me, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle or fix. No, the real problems started when I decided to take one day off to explore London. I started my day off with coffee and ended it with a few stalkers. That's the exact moment my life came crashing down. It feels like I was walking on cloud nine. One second I was floating and the next I'm crashing. All because of Niall Horan. Everything I thought I knew is wrong. How can one man do so much damage to my life? Everything I have learned in my psychology classes are keeping me afloat, especially my recent study of Stockholm Syndrome. What happens when you spend your whole life in the sky? You can't go any higher, which means you can only go down. *** "Can someone who suffers from Stockholm Syndrome truly fall in love with their captor?" Professor Dunham asks. "No. Stockholm Syndrome is your brain coping with the trauma you are experiencing. You can't love someone just because they decide not to kill you." I answer with no hesitation. "And how do you treat Stockholm Syndrome?" Professor Dunham asks like it is a tricky question. My classmate jokingly says, "lots and lots of therapy." Not satisfied with my classmate's answer I add by saying, "and never judge or give advice. You have to help the victim on their own terms and avoid polarization. They see the captor as the one who kept them alive. They won't see the bad right away." *** All ideas and concepts come from my own mind. Do not use any of my ideas. K? Thanks! And there will be swearing, alcohol and drug use, and sexual themes throughout the story.Concluida
Broken (a Niall Horan love story)
"Do you feel safe with him?" the question seemed silly; in my head I had immediately laughed at it because it was so absurd. How could I not feel safe with Niall? He had turned out to be the only constant in my crazy life so far; he was always there for me through out everything. He did everything that he possibly could to help me to get to the point that I was at then. Instead of going on a rant about how much I did, in fact, feel safe with Niall, I nodded and said, "I always feel safe with him." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Navaeh is not your average teenager. Sure, she's a few months away from being eighteen, and is having trouble getting a better grade then a C in Biology, but her troubles don't end there. Niall is one fifth of the popular boy-band One Direction, and seems to be living the dream. A chance meeting brings the two together in a circumstance that leaves Niall afraid for Navaeh's safety. She harbors secrets about herself that only her and one other person know and when Niall becomes determined to break down her walls, things get complicated. A relationship is hard enough to keep as it is but when you add an unmistakably cruel family problem it gets harder. ****************TRIGGER WARNING: abuse, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts and actions. Please do not read if easily triggered.********************Concluida
Silence
@RANDOM28lol contacted me with a story idea where they asked if they could write the poems in the story. I didn't feel like I could write the story they wanted me to but I asked them to send me one of the poems. The poem inspired me. ❤ So I suggested another concept of the story and they agreed. All the poems in the story are written by the talented @RANDOM28lol. Harry has lost his voice. He has been mute for years. Ever since his family was brutally murdered in their home. He suffers from PTSD and survivor's guilt. Thinking that not allowing himself to talk somehow honor the death of his family. It's a lonely life. He has no one to talk to. Doctors and therapists have given up on him. He writes poems as a way to express how he feels. He also writes at work. Running the gossip section of The Sun is something he despises but he's a journalist and he needs a job. No one tries to talk to him at work either. It's his own fault. But he hates how they go silent and then whisper about him as he enters the newsroom in the mornings. He keeps to himself. Until the new sports journalist catches his eye. Beautiful. Blue eyes. Wonderful smile. To his surprise, the man knows sign language and he's also determined to talk to him. Life as he knows it changes. It's scary. Will he be able to actually overcome his trauma? Be something more than a bystander of his own life? Warnings: Trauma, death.Concluida
"I can't keep doing this," he said as he stopped and glanced back at me. "You can't keep running either," I said loudly. That made him turn and face me fully. "Me? I'm the one always running? What about you? You've ran how many times in the past? You've let everyone else control our relationship. Everyone but me!" "You told me to leave you alone," I yelled. "You said you didn't want any of this anymore. You left the fucking country! You went and never even considered what that would do to me!" "I lied too Louis! You hurt me and I wanted to hurt you back!" he yelled. "Maybe a friendship is out of the question. Our relationship is beyond repair. All we do is lie to each other." He turned to walk out again and he opened the door. I rushed to him and reached for his arm. "Harry don't go please." I had never stopped him from leaving before. This time my heart wouldn't let me let him go. "You said you cared and you missed me too." I spoke in a low voice and used his own words against him. A low thing to do but I needed him to understand how much I was hurting. Note: this is a story of pure fiction. If Harry and Louis are not be together in real life then, we as a fandom, have created a beautiful and tragic love story! I hope you enjoy my work. I put my heart in it. If you're not a Larry shipper don't read this. If you are then I hope you enjoy!!!
Más detallesPautas de Contenido