Stage Fright - A Ziall FanFiction
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  • Reads 482
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 2h 9m
Ongoing, First published Sep 25, 2014
Niall Horan needed a change in his life. He needed to do something with it and stop depending on his parents. The latter was easy to do; just move out, which he did. The former wasn't so easy though. Niall would like to do something in the music industry, preferably playing his songs on stage in front of people who appreciated his music. He just had one little problem, that problem being his body freezing, leg shaking, heart stopping stage fight.

When Niall moves to London to work on his music he meets a group of boys who  seem set on getting Niall up on stage and although he appreciates the effort, he knows their efforts are futile. That is until one night one of them changes that, sort of. He doesn't know what about Zayn makes him so calm when he's up on stage, Zayn shouldn't make him calm. He should make him nervous and intimidated, but he doesn't. Niall finds it much easier to perform if he just looks at Zayn.
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