i had a niall too

Zayn’s love for Liam’s classic dance move

The 1 2 3 flick

Here we have him making sure it is caught on camera….(also what is louis doing?)

Alrighty then….You would think he would get tired of it after a while…Oh boy….Nope!! Here they are in an interview…

Just look how excited he gets

And look how liam is happy to indulge him every single time…..Now cry with me

One direction tag thing including Zayn

-Harry
-Liam
-Niall
-Louis
-Zayn
-ot5
-ot4
-1d
-fanfic
-ship

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Group Therapy

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The city was a mere rumble of unfriendly noises as I made my way to work.
When I’d moved there, I’d made myself a promise that I would walk to work every morning, but on mornings like that, when the rain was pouring so heavily that it was bouncing up from the pavement and making sure I was soaked through twice over, that I regretted that promise I had made.
But it was a promise nonetheless, and I refused to break it.

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Of Maeve

I remember the nervous thrill and exciting uncertainty when it had been a month and a week since I’d last seen my period and similarly the same time the pregnancy test only showed half of the second pink line.Niall was sure I was pregnant but I still wanted to go to the clinic to check.

I remember every aspect of the doctor’s exam room-the educational posters on the white walls,the serene painting and the medicine cabinet to the left of me.It was deathly silent aside from the wax paper crinkling underneath my ass and the air smelled sterile like the whole room was bathed in hand sanitizer.Niall was standing next to me,his more calloused hand in mine,heat and anxiety radiating off him.I was lying on my back on the examination table,my gelled tummy exposed to the cold conditioned air. We were waiting to see a little black dot on the screen which would be a gestation sac-an indication that I was indeed pregnant. We never found it.

“Mr and Mrs. Horan I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news..’’The Doctor went on to say that the shape of my uterus had made an environment that wasn’t ideal for birth but I didnt hear that.I heard that it was my fault.I felt so disappointed because this was my fault,Niall was biting down hard on his fist to stop the sound of his sobs but there were tears flowing down his red cheeks and ruby rings forming around his eyes.The doctor glaced at us before stepping outside,bringing a pamphlet about adoptions a few minutes later.

All the days I had spent rubbing my soon-to-be-swollen tummy,imagining the pitter patter of tiny feet and the sweet squeals of laughter that could only belong to children felt like they were all wasted moments.

The morning after,Niall woke up before me…I could feel his stare and the awakwardness in the air as he got bustled around the dresser drawers behind me.He probably didn’t know what to do or what to say and I didn’t blame him because it would have been like the pot calling the kettle black.He sighed after a while,“M'going down to the golf course,”he whispered.

I nodded stiffly and kept my eyes closed because I just couldn’t bear to look.He sighed again and for a minute I thought he was going to stay but the and the bedroom door shut behind him and he was gone.

I opened my eyes seeing the light pouring through the windows his covers were haphazardly pushed off the bed.I ran my hand over the smooth blue sheets where he laid and they were still a little warm.I stayed in bed for a few more minutes because I just didn’t want to get up.It made me sick to my stomach to think that I caused this unhappiness ,afterall, I made him cry and I made him leave.No wonder why he went golfing,my mind mocked me.It wanted to torture me by reliving what happened.It wanted to make me suffer.


It was around 8am when I pulled into the driveway of my childhood home and the morning sun was just coming up over the horizon,dew lacing the green grass of the lawn.I was standing outside in my navy blue Nirvana sweatshirt and a pair of yellow pineapple shorts,Niall’s tube socks and slippers on my feet.My duffel bag in hand and my wedding ring still on my finger.

When mum saw me she didn’t judge she just hugged.

She smelled like love and vanilla porridge and felt like comfort and support while I was bawling my eyes out,my heart breaking and my chest burning for oxygen.“Mummy I-I lost-” 

 “I know darling,“she said in a voice without malice or disappoinment,something only a mummy can do.Something I’d never get to do. 

 She put me to bed and gave my boss a call then telling me Ms.Cartwright gave me a few weeks off and that my job was there for me when I got back.

 I lost track of the days I spent crying and walking around in my old holey sweat pants and white vest with the random tomato stain down the front.It was liberating for a day until the stress started piling up because adults have to have balance between professional life and personal life and personal life went shit right now.  

Niall called everyday but I never answered.I was denying myself.At night I was haunted by the sound of his sobs back at the clinic and my days were spent moping around miserably and drowning in my own self pity.I’d stare at the tv screen watching action movies and trying to distract myself by raising my adrenaline levels but I felt like a sad sack of potatoes. 

It was a Saturday morning when mum woke me up saying that we needed to talk.Then she talked. “y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n-Horan,”,she started and scared the sleep from my body because that was my full name and she only called me by my full name when she meant business,“I raised you to be a strong young lady who will never let her short comings get the best of her.Therefore,starting right now,it’s time for recovery.”

 The next 2 weeks were filled with going to the gym and eating right and doing what the newly purchased self-help books on my bookshelf told me to do.It took my mind off of things and I was slowly starting to feel better.Accepting I was the reason was probably the hardest thing I had ever done but it made every moment after so much easier.This big weight had been lifted of my shoulders and I felt good.I knew in my heart I’d always love my baby but I had to get a grip.I had to move on. 

I was packing up my things on Saturday morning when I heard Niall’s voice for the first time in a long while. “So this where ya been camping out,ey petal?” 

I spun around to see him standing in the doorway.He was wearing a blue sweater and blue ¾ pants with white Adidas Superstars on.He gave me a half smile breathing in a laugh.

“Niall,"I said breathlessly my lips curving into a smile as I crossed the room and ran into his awaiting arms.He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my hair softly,rocking us side to side,"I missed you,"I mumble into his soft cotton sweater. 

 He returned the words with this deep underlying sense of melancholy that tugged at my heart strings,"I missed ya more then you could imagine,y/n." 

 We stayed like that for a few moments.Two lovers in an embrace,softly caressing with the lustre and passion we shared the first time we familiarised ourselves with the dips and twists of the other’s body. 

 "M'sorry I left tha morning..I just felt claustrophobic in our own house..and then when you weren’t there anymore I was pissed scared.You didn’t even tell our friends where you went or answer any of my calls it was like you dropped off the face of the earth,love,”,he rushed out like he had been dying to say it all along. 

 "How did you find me?“ 

 "Your mum gave me a call and told me where you were that you needed some time for yourself and my whole temperature dropped and I felt so fucking relieved.For a moment I thought you weren’t coming back. " 

 ”…“ 

 "Y/n-" 

 And all of the feelings I thought I had gotten over came flooding back to me."I did this…I made you feel like this.I made you feel like I didn’t care!” I pushed myself away from him, hot tears flowing down my cheeks and blurring my vision.

“No-no I’m sorry petal I wanted to leave without finding a solution.It’s my fault.I’m sorry."He pulled me back into his arms and plucked me up so I was wrapped in his bone crushing hug.He sat on my bed and let me cry and release all the tears and snot and emotions I bottled up out onto his shirt. 

When I calmed down a little bit I realised he had tears flowing down his cheeks.His face was red and he was biting his lip,chest shaking trying to hold down his sobs and regulate his breathing.I only just noticed the bags that cradled his crying eyes. 

It hit me hard that I had been a little selfish,putting my own feelings of self loathing first before considering how my husband felt.He was just as broken as I was.All along I felt like I was the only person hurting but Niall had lost a child too.

you can count on me,peter pan au

pairing: narry

(no warnings, it’s mostly fluff.)

word count: 4k words

“a Peter Pan AU where Harry is Peter Pan and Niall is Tinkerbell, whose health keeps getting worse as people say they don’t believe in fairies.”

~read on ao3~

sleepymouses  asked:

top 5 things u like about the ziall dynamic? also top 5 ziall fics, if thats not too much?

1) NIALL ENCOURAGING ZAYN! ALWAYS LISTENING TO HIM. You know that friend who hears you when you mutter something and tells you to speak up? That is Niall and Zayn and it’s the most adorable thing ever. 

2) They’re so silly sweet. Niall just brings out that silly with Zayn, without making it performative. They just make each other so happy? there’s so much giggling and laughing and smiling whenever they’re around each other. 

3) Protectiveness! Zayn’s so protective over Niall, very vocally so–but I get the feeling that Niall had moments when he’s protective of Zayn too (see number 1–he makes sure Zayn’s heard, and all). 

4) Their physicality. How Niall isn’t always the most physical of the boys but he’ll always cuddle up to Zayn, and Zayn is super physical but even more so with Niall. 

5) They just seem to give each other space really well. I don’t think I could find photographic evidence of this, but there just always seems to be a sense that they’re both good at being chill spaces for the other when they need it. Safe spaces. 


As for fics, here are some: 

keep you right by ithacas

to put a little sunshine in your life by khakis

wanna be your lefthand man by @miss-bennie

the stars aline by @alnimawrites

here i love you by myownremedy

and more on my fic recs page!