Warm Bodies (Niall Horan)

Warm Bodies (Niall Horan)

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**THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 15 AND IS NOT THAT GREAT/ HAS A LOT OF PLOT HOLES AND INACCURACIES I AM TOO LAZY TO FIX** "Stop" I whispered. She gasped before dropping the razor. "Hello is there anybody there?" Niall Horan is getting a second chance at love and getting his life back together. Literally. But there's always that one thing that gets in the way of someone having a normal perfect relationship. Niall's was the fact that he was a ghost. Now see Niall died before he could meet his soul mate and now he is face to face with her. Little did he know that this was going to be harder than he thought.
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"Yeah, well... I'm starting to think I got stood up." The bartender clicks his tongue, setting his towel down with a slow shake of his head. "Fucking tragic. Can't say I understand it. If I had a date with you, I'd be here an hour early, dressed to fucking impress, already working out ways to keep you entertained all night." I raise an eyebrow, half-smirking. "Smooth." "Don't flatter me yet, love. That was just the warm-up." He nods toward my half-finished wine. "Tell you what-since your bloke's clearly an idiot, this one's on the house." I blink. "Seriously?" He shrugs, like it costs him absolutely nothing. "What can I say? I've got a soft spot for beautiful people with shit luck." His smirk deepens. "Also, it's good fucking business. You stay longer, you order more, and I get to look like the hero. Everyone wins." I shake my head, laughing as he pours me another glass with the kind of effortless confidence that suggests he's done this a thousand times before-offered a pretty girl a free drink, flashed a dangerous grin, made her night a little less shit. He slides the glass toward me. "Louis, by the way." "Bee," I say, taking a sip.

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