Niall Horan (Dollhouse)
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  • Reads 2,584
  • Votes 65
  • Parts 24
  • Time 1h 41m
Complete, First published Sep 23, 2014
Niall lay in a dark room strapped to a work table,
His hands wear cut and bleeding and he was crying as he stared into the chick blackness.
He had just been knifed in the heart a few days ago so how could he still be alive.
It was so impossible 
Than he saw a man in a white surgical rob and gloves and face mask lean over him.  
"Don't be afraid, my perfect baby Doll. It will only hurt for a while than you will never feel again." 
The man leaned down and shoved the syringe into Niall's arm.
The pain was almost unbearable.
Niall throw his head back and let out a heart wrenching cry. 
He was going to die,like the boy from yesterday.
He was so innocent. 
Yet he had been destroyed and recreated!
"Nooooo!
Help me please!"
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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.