Second Looks (Niall Horan Fanfic)

Second Looks (Niall Horan Fanfic)

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You know when you see a good-looking person walk past, you check them out then think 'damn I'll never see you again'? See, Niall knew it wasn't going to be easy to find his Princess and he was prepared for whatever he would face. He knew she'd be different. She'd stand out - she'd be unique, and different is beautiful. Take a second look, he explains why second looks are always better, they show you the truth. Those you pass in the streets, ones you barley even glance at ('they're nothing special') may just be the one you'll spend the rest if your life with.
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When surviving is all you've done for months, you forget how to actually live. When running is all you've done for months, you forget how to walk. When the dead is all you're used to seeing for months, you forget what a human looks like. When hating is all you've done for months, you forget how to love. Zayn Malik hates Niall Horan. Liam, Austin, Harry, and Louis weren't so bad but damn he hated Niall. All Zayn wanted to do was find his boyfriend. That's all he was trying to do. Find him and leave. But Niall looked too much like his boyfriend. Niall acted too much like his boyfriend. Niall was too much for Zayn to handle. He made Zayn wanna live a little. Love a little. But that was the problem. It was the end of the world. There was no time to live. And there sure as hell wasn't time to love.

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