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Niall Solo's (Acapella - 2017 vocals)
Niall Solo's (Acapella - 2017 vocals)

Never take Niall’s solo's for granted. x


Originally posted by harrystolemyheart

i randomly got inspired to write this, and i’m pretty proud of how it turned out
i hope you enjoy x


That’s the word everyone used to describe Harry and I’s relationship. And, to be honest, I agreed. Ever since we met, Harry and I just clicked, and we were always by each other’s side. We were inseparable after being friends for three weeks. And then a few years went by, and we had grown up together. And the feelings we had towards one another started showing, no matter how hard we tried to hold them in. Then, one night, Harry and I were walking around after having dinner with some friends, and rain started pouring down from the sky. Soaked, we got in Harry’s car and went back to his place. I showered and he gave me a change of clothes, him showering and changing after I had. We ate our leftovers and watched movies, not realizing how late it was because time had gotten away from us, as it did often when we hung out.

“Is it really almost four in the morning?” Harry looked at his phone screen in surprise.

My eyes got wide. “Holy shit, where did the time go?”

“I know, right?” He chuckled. “I swore it felt like it was maybe one or one thirty.”

I sighed, realizing I had my head on Harry’s shoulder, his arm around me. Had we been like this the entire time? I looked up at him and he was already looking at me, a smile on his face.

“What'cha smiling at?” I sing-songed.

He laughed. “You.”

I laughed lightly. “Why?”

He hesitated, then exhaled. “Would you think I was mad if I told you I was in love with you?”

I looked at him in shock, a smile appearing on my face. “No, because I’m in love with you too.”

He grinned, then leaned in and kissed me. Do you know what the only word that could describe that moment was? Perfect.

Two and a half years later, we were a few months away from celebrating our third anniversary, and Harry was acting strange. I didn’t know why, and it concerned me. Selena came over and I vented to her, crying and worrying that Harry was going to leave me or something. She consoled me, saying that Harry would never break my heart. That he loved me way too much to ever leave me. And after she left, Harry. came home. I was in our room, so I walked out to the living room, anxious to ask him why he wasn’t acting like himself. But when I got to the living room, I saw Harry crouched on the floor, his back to me.

“Hey, babe?” I said nervously.

He turned around, smiling as he held a golden retriever puppy with a bow on its light blue collar.

“Yes, love?” He grinned.

I gasped, walking over to him and petting the dog. “Harry, you did not,”

“Yes, I did,” He nodded. “You’ve always said you wanted a puppy, so I decided to get you one.”

I smiled, tearing up. “You’re the sweetest, you know that?”

“I like to think so,” He chuckled. “What do you want to name him?”

I thought for a moment. “Hm… how about Rain? But like, maybe with an e on the end?”

“Why Raine?” He asked.

“Because, if it didn’t rain that one night, I would’ve just went home instead of coming here. And you probably wouldn’t have told me how you felt about me until much later.” I explained. “I guess you could say we wouldn’t have gotten together so soon if it wasn’t for the rain.

He beamed. “Ah, I guess you’re right. Raine is the perfect name for this little guy.”

After that moment, things continued to be how they always were. Everyone swore that by the time our anniversary came that Harry would propose to me. And though I’d laugh it off, I wanted that more than anything. I wanted our perfect relationship to become a perfect marriage. And I thought Harry did too.

But, when we had but only a month and a half left until we’d celebrate being together for three years, Harry started acting weird again. Instead of acknowledging the uneasy feeling I had, I just chalked it up to everyone’s suspicions being true. That he was going to propose. One night, Niall and Harry suggested that Selena and I have a girls’ day, and we’d get dinner together that night. Though we were suspicious, we went along with it. Many times throughout the day, Selena swore that when we came home that Niall would have some kind of excuse for her and him to leave, and Harry would propose to me. And, again, I really hoped that was the case. Then, when we still had a couple hours until we’d be on our way back, Niall called Selena. He said that there was a change of plans, that Harry wasn’t feeling well and that he would be at home waiting for Selena. So we left fifteen minutes after the call, Selena going home to Niall and me going home to Harry. At least, that’s what I thought. I came home to an empty house, Raine greeting me when I came in. I pet him, then looked around the house to see if Harry was really gone, and if he had left a note. But he was no where to be found, and he didn’t leave a note. I called him many times, him ignoring every single one. I texted him, saying that it was so unlike him to be this way and we needed to talk as soon as possible. I checked every five minutes to see if he had read it, but he didn’t read it at all.

Harry didn’t come home that night.

The next morning, I woke up to tons of notifications. Before I could even go through them, Selena called me.

“Hello?” I answered.

“(Y/n), have you seen or heard anything?” Selena asked me.

“No?” I said, confused. “I literally just woke up.”

She sighed. “I guess I’ll be the bearer of bad news. There are pictures everywhere of Harry leaving The Nice Guy with Nikita.”

I felt like my heart had stopped. Harry wasn’t home last night because he was with his ex. And he didn’t come home, which meant he stayed with her. I almost got sick at the thought of what probably happened. Tears flowed from my eyes as I sobbed, the hardest I’d cried in the longest time.

“How did this happen?” I wept.

“I don’t know, babe,” Selena said sadly. “But I think the best thing for you to do is to just come stay with Niall and I for a while. You know, so you can get some space and think about things.”

I nodded, though I knew she couldn’t see me. “You’re right, I’ll pack some stuff and come over there.”

“Alright,” She sighed again. “Drive safe, love you.”

“Thanks, love you too.” I said quietly.

I got up, brushing my teeth and getting ready. I finished packing, and before I could get my things and go, I heard the front door open and close. Raine, who was laying on the bed next to my bags, ran to see who it was. I already knew who it was, and anger boiled within me. I walked out there, seeing a very tired and sad looking Harry. I crossed my arms, glaring at him.

He looked up at me, petting Raine. “What’s going on?”

“You know damn well what’s going on.” I said, growing more furious by the second. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

He stood there, realizing I knew what he had done. He didn’t speak.

I laughed sarcastically. “Of course you don’t. So, you go from promising dinner to our friends and I, to not coming home last night? What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He looked down, still not speaking, so I continued.

“Not only did you not come home, you went out with your ex and then went home with her! When you had your fucking girlfriend at home waiting for you! What kind of twisted fuck does that?!”

After an agonizing silence, he spoke up. “I’m so sorry, love. I–”

“Don’t,” I spat. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

He looked me in the eye for the first time during our conversation. “What are you saying?”

“Do you expect me to stay with you after what you did?” I scoffed. “Harry, everyone knows about what happened, it’s all over social media and it’s on tv. Everyone knows you’re a cheating prick. Why the hell should I stay with you?!”

He looked away again, shrugging. “I guess I don’t expect you to.”

It got quiet once again, and I decided to ask something I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to.

“Why’d you do it? Why would you do this to me? To us? We were perfect, Harry.”

He hesitated. “I-I don’t know, (y/n).”

I stared at him in disbelief. “You don’t know? You cheated on me, throwing almost three years down the drain, and you don’t know why you did it?!”

He didn’t say anything.

“Wow,” I laughed sadly. “Well, Raine and I are leaving. We’ll talk when you figure out what your reason for fucking our relationship up is.”


It had been a week since I left Harry. Niall and Selena were nice enough to allow Raine and I to stay with them until I finalized everything with the real estate agent that was helping me find a new place. Of course, like everything else, the media was talking about it. How ‘award winning singer-songwriter (y/f/n) (y/l/n) left her boyfriend of three years and former One Direction member Harry Styles, and is getting her own place after he cheated on her’. The thing was, we didn’t even make it to three years. We were two months away, eight weeks from another anniversary. And just like that, it was ruined.

At first, I wondered if it was something I did. But then came to the realization that I had been the best girlfriend I could’ve possibly been to Harry. I gave him my all, my everything. I didn’t do anything to deserve what he did. So, that meant it was him. I wasn’t sure what, but he did what he did because of something that was going on with him. And that gave me a small bit of relief. My heart was still in a million different pieces, but it helped knowing I did absolutely nothing wrong.

Selena, Raine, and I sat in the living room, when the door opened and shut. Niall came into the room and he had Louis with him.

Niall sat next to Selena, and Louis next to him. Raine perked up when he saw them, his tail wagging. He was such a lovable dog, and it wasn’t as little as he used to be. When he sat, he came to a little above my knee, and it seemed like he grew more and more everyday. He got down from his spot next to me on the couch and sat between Louis and Niall, both of them petting him and grinning.

Niall sighed, his smiling falling. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this, (y/n), but Harry’s a wreck. He refuses to do anything, and he just cries and cries…”

“Poor lad needs someone to all but force him to drink some water,” Louis snowballed, still petting Raine.

Selena chuckled. “He should be upset. Do you remember how she cried herself to sleep up until the night before last? How I had to make sure she drank and ate something. He should be devastated, he brought this on himself. And honestly, I don’t feel bad for him. And you feel the exact same way, right, (y/n)?”

I went to answer her, but I couldn’t. I should be glad Harry wasn’t happy right now. But I wasn’t. I felt guilty, though I knew that I shouldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to feel okay with this, and all I could think about is how I needed to go see him.


The next day, I showed up at the place that Harry and I shared just a week ago. I knocked on the door, then waited. Eventually it opened, a very surprised Harry appearing on the other side of it.

“W-What are you doing here,” He stammered, his voice raspy. His hair was a mess and his eyes were red, his cheeks tear stained. He looked like a mess.

“Can we talk?” I exhaled.

He hesitated, then opened the door, allowing me in.

We sat in the living room on separate couches. Silence filled the room, and I swore I’d probably be able to hear a pin drop.

After a while, Harry exhaled. “For a while, I’ve had this… feeling. And, I couldn’t quite place it at first. But eventually, I realized what it was. I realized… I didn’t deserve you. As much as I tried to just push it away, I couldn’t. And it got really bad, so I did something stupid. I tried to drink it away. I drank so much, and the next thing I knew I woke up next to Nikita. I swear to you, (y/n), it wasn’t my intention to hurt you. I never thought I’d ever hurt you.”

I exhaled, letting go of the breath I was holding in. “I felt like I didn’t deserve you, but I never went as far as drinking it away or cheating on you. Instead, I realized how blessed I was to call you mine, and I appreciated every single second I got with you.”

"And that’s exactly why I don’t deserve you.” Harry stared at his hands.

I scoffed. “Don’t you get it? All I’ve ever wanted was you! When I met you, I knew you’d be the man I would marry and have kids with. And now, even though we’re not together and that won’t happen, I still can’t see myself with anyone else.”

“You shouldn’t settle for me, (y/n).” He shook his head. “There’s someone much better for you out there.”

“That may be the case, but I’ll never love someone like I love you. I’ll love you forever.”

He got quiet. “I don’t know what to say…”

I scoffed again. “So you’re not going to fight for me?! You’re just going to let me go? …Pfft, you really must not love me as much as you say you do.”

“I do love you, (y/n).” He enunciated, seeing almost frustrated. “I love you with my whole damn heart… with every fiber of my being, that’s why i can’t let you try to get stuck with me. Move on, and find someone better, you deserve at least that. And I deserve the ability to say that I lost you when I swore to myself I’d never let that happen. I deserve to be humiliated, regretful, and remorseful.”

The room was silent once more. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t say anything.

“Now, go.” He said gently. “Go, be happy and take care of Raine. I want to be able to go on social media or turn on the television and see you smiling and being happy like you used to be. Before I fucked everything up.”

I sighed. “I’ll always love you, Harry.”

He smiled. “And I, you, (y/n). Always.”

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Niall Horan - Anxiety Attack - Imagine

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AU : Part 2 : Harry dumped you for Taylor Swift and you end up dating Niall.

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Gifs aren’t mine (my edit)

When you get a second period in the same month

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Niall Horan - Golf - Imagine

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Niall Horan One Shot - Assumptions

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Category - One Shot

Smut or Fluff? - Fluff

Requested? - No

Pairing(s) - Niall Horan/Reader

Word Count - 1,132

Summary - Louis finds a pregnancy test in the bathroom and assumes it belongs to you, then tells Niall about it.

Author’s Additional Comments - Hope you guys like it! :D

“Thank you so much, Y/N. My parents would kill me if they knew what I was doing.” Your friend, Shawna, thanked you for the hundredth time.

“I know, I know. No need to thank me. I’m just being here for you.” You replied, opening the door to you and Niall’s shared apartment. “Niall?!” You called. No response. “Alright we’re good. He’s probably down at the VANS store with Louis.” You said, letting her in.

“Alright. Your bathroom’s the third door down from this hall, right?” She asked and you nodded in confirmation.

You shut the door and toed off your shoes, relaxing on the couch. Earlier, you and Shawna went down to the drug store to pick up a pregnancy test. She made a mistake with her now ex-boyfriend Kyle, who dumped her after she told him she might be pregnant. You’re 20-years-old, whereas Shawna is graduating high school this year. If she was your age, it wouldn’t be a problem if she took a test in her own home. But she’s still in school, so of course her parents would freak if they found out so you offered her to use your home.

While you waited for her to come out with the results, you scrolled through Twitter on your phone. You laughed at some tweets, favorited, retweeted, the usual. Time seemed to be passing by so slow for you because even though you didn’t show it, you were anxious to know what the results were. Less than 5 minutes later, Shawna came out with tears streaming down her face. You knew your answer.

“Oh, honey.” You said sympathetically and walked over to her, engulfing her in a hug.

“It was positive.” She sobbed. “I can’t do this on my own, Y/N. Kyle left me and my overly-fucking-religious parents are gonna disown me for sure.”

“You’ve got me, Niall, and the other lads looking out for you. You’re not on your own.” You reassured her. “C'mon. I’ll put on Netflix and we’ll eat some of Niall’s snacks. Sound good?” You offered.

She sniffled and nodded.


One movie later, Shawna had stopped crying so much. And 20 minutes into another movie, Niall and Louis came in the door laughing.

“Did you see that guy’s face?! He was scared shitless!” Niall cried in laughter. “You’re horrible!”

“What?! I saw the shoes first and they were the only ones on the rack!” Louis laughed along.

“But did you have to threaten him?!” He laughed. “‘Pal, unless you want to die tragically from shoe strings wrapped around your neck, I suggest you put those down.’” He added, impersonating Louis.

Louis laughed harder. “God, I am horrible!”

Once they died down from their laughter, they acknowledged you and Shawna cuddled up on the couch, but you two have been staring at them since they walked through the door.

“Hey princess.” Niall said to you, coming over and kissing your forehead. “Hey Shawna.” He greeted her and she waved in return.

Louis greeted them both and then announced he was going to the bathroom. Not thinking anything of it, you nodded.

“So. What’re we watchin’?” Niall asked in his thick Irish accent, swinging an arm around your shoulder.

“The Maze Runner.” You answered.

You all sat in silence for the next 3 minutes, before Louis came back down. “Niall, can I talk to you? Privately?” He asked. He looked like he had just seen a ghost.

“Yeah. Sure.” Niall said and got up.


“What’s up?” I asked Louis once we were in me and Y/N’s room.

“Uhh…I’m not one to, ya know, beat around the bush, so I’m just gonna say it. I think Y/N may be pregnant. That’s probably why she has Shawna here, to comfort her.” He said to me.

“Wait what? How would you know?”

“I found a positive pregnancy test in the trashcan in the bathroom.”

I was pretty taken aback by this, but at the same time, pretty happy. My princess is pregnant?

“But why wouldn’t she tell me?” I asked, kinda confused.

“Well you’ve been out all day with me, remember? You only just got home. She wouldn’t wanna drop a bomb on you as soon as you walk through the door, and certainly not with me and Shawna around.” He explained.

“Make sense.” I shrugged. “Take Shawna somewhere with you for a while. I’m gonna see if Y/N will tell me then.”

He nodded and we left the room, going back into the living room with the girls.

“Well, I’m gonna go get some pizza. Shawna, wanna come with?” Louis asked her and I mentally thanked him.

She shrugged and got up, slipping on her flip flops.

“I’ll be back in a few.” Shawna said to Y/N.

Y/N nodded and then Shawna and Louis left. Now, how can I get this out of her? I guess I can start off simple. I pulled her into me and she happily cuddled into me. I placed my hand on her belly and soothingly rubbed it around a little. She looked down at my hand and raised an eyebrow.

“Is there something you wanna tell me?” She asked, sounding slightly offended.

“Is there something you wanna tell me?” I asked her back.

“No?” She answered, more like in a question form.

“Then no.” I grinned.

She breathed out a chuckle and shook her head, turning her head back to the movie. Okay, that didn’t work. I know, I can tell her a story about Lux. The topic of babies would make her nervous if she was hiding her pregnancy, right?

“You know that lucky leprechaun keychain you gave me?” I asked her.


“I remember one time on tour, after a concert,  was looking for it and I couldn’t find it and I started freaking the hell out. Like I turned our whole dressing room upside-down looking for it and I snapped at anybody who complained. Then I went into Lou’s dressing room to look for it and you know who had it? Lux.” I chuckled. “That silly baby.”

“Awww.” She giggled, then turned her attention to the movie again.

She didn’t even get nervous! She didn’t fidget with her hands, she didn’t play with her hair, nothing! I guess I should just cut to the chase.

“Babe, are you sure there’s nothing you wanna tell me?” I asked.

“Yes, why do you think that?”

“Because…” I sighed and grabbed the remote, pausing the movie. “In our room, Louis told me that he thinks you’re pregnant because he found a pregnancy test in the trash. I just want you to know that you can tell me, princess. You know you can tell me anything.” I explained to her.

“…Niall that wasn’t my test.” She said to me, giggling.

“Wait what? It wasn’t?” I asked, slightly disappointed.

“No. If it was, I would’ve told you about it the first chance I got because I know I can come to you for anything.”

“Fucking Lou.” I chuckled.

“Always sticking his nose in something that’s not his business.” She laughed.

This Distance is Killing Us

It’s hard being in love with someone who is usually over 3,000 miles away from you constantly and it’s always hard trying to make it work. But somehow you and Niall made it work. You were still going strong after several months of him being away, but the only problem was that he barely had time to talk or skype you. And when he did have time, you were usually asleep or working. But on the rare occasions that your schedules lined up perfectly it would make your entire week better. Just talking to him or seeing him for a few hours made you crave for him to once again to be by your side, and it sometimes left you almost more sad than it did happy because once the conversation was over and you had said your goodnights you knew it would be a few weeks before you would get a chance to talk to him like that again.

But tonight was one of those special nights where you would get to talk to him for hours. You opened up your laptop and logged into your skype, it wasn’t long before you saw his face. Your smile stretched across your face just from being able to see him, he looked amazing. He was wearing his hair just the way you like it and he was dressed in a long black sleeved shirt like he was about to go somewhere important.

“Hey Y/N,” Niall said with a grin that made you melt inside, “you look so beautiful, how was your day?”

“Today was like every other day without you, pretty much uneventful. I mean your brother called to see if I could babysit next week, but other than that it hasn’t been very exciting,”

“If you are getting excited over babysitting than you really are bored,” Niall laughed and you knew if he was here in person he would have poked you in the side until you laughed to, but you just rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Hey I love that kid, I actually love watching him, he is adorable,” you say. Someone in the background yelled for Niall and he turned around and shouted back.

“What was that about?” you ask still smiling because you were getting to see him.

“Oh nothing really some of the boys wanted to go to the pubs tonight and I told them I would go,” he said scratching his head. You looked at what he was wearing. It made sense, he never really dressed up for video chats usually he wouldn’t wearing a shirt at all.

“Oh,” your smile faded, “when are you guys going out?”

“like,” he looked at his watch, “ten minutes,”

“Are you serious?” you asked shocked. You didn’t get to see him that much and he was with these boys everyday for months on end. The fact that he was choosing to go out with them when you two barely got to talk made your insides churn in anger.

“I knew you would be upset, but I didn’t want to cancel our video chat, I figured ten minutes would be better than nothing,” he said ruffling his hair.

“Niall we barely get to see each other,” you sighed not really wanting to fight since you only had a few minutes to talk, “It’s just that it really sucks that you-”

“NIALL,” you heard ashton yell. He liked hanging out with the 5sos boys they made him feel like a teenager again, instead of an adult with responsibilities, “the car is here,” ashton came into view, “oh, hey Y/N!”

“Hey,” you gave a halfhearted wave and smile.

“I thought I had ten minutes,” Niall said looking at Ashton who was leaving the room sensing the tension between you and Niall.

“yeah they got here early,” Ashton said leaving the room quickly.

“Alright babe, I am so sorry, I thought we had more time tonight,” Niall said leaning in to the laptop.

“how ironic so did I,” you said looking over at your bedroom wall not wanting to look at him.

“Y/n don’t be like this,” Niall started to say but you interrupted him.

“No, Niall you don’t be like this! You are literally gone half of the year and we barely get to talk because of both our schedules and I get you want to have some time with the guys, but seriously?! I just want to see my boyfriend when I have a bad day and I can’t. I want to cuddle with my boyfriend at night and I can’t. I literally just want to talk to you and I fucking can’t,” you didn’t want to cry but you could feel the burning in your throat and eyes warning you it was about to happen.

“It’s just,” you paused and took a deep breath, “I get you want to party, I do too. But I am also committed to making this relationship work and I feel like you aren’t. Just because you disappear for half a year doesn’t mean my life here stops. Sometimes I wonder if,” you stopped yourself before you said something you would regret, “you know what never mind, go have fun. Call me whenever you feel like it,”

“Y/N” Niall said but you hung up the call not wanting to talk to him anymore. You closed your laptop and stared at the ceiling hoping that the fight you just had with Niall wasn’t real. You sighed and leaned against your pillow and let a tear fall, fighting with Niall was the worst feeling but when he wasn’t here you didn’t know how it was going to get any better.

The next few days passed and you still hadn’t heard from Niall, he hadn’t called or even texted a word to you. Your heart was slowly breaking because you wondered if he even wanted to be in a relationship anymore and then you started to panic that maybe something happened to him, but if something bad had happened to him then you would have heard by now. It would have surely been on the news.

You pulled out your phone and went on twitter to see if he had been on. Your stomach started getting anxious when you didn’t see any recent tweets. You decided maybe the fans had seen him so you would check their fan accounts that usually kept up with where they were. But they hadn’t posted anything about Niall in several days.

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath. Whatever, you thought to yourself, If he didn’t care enough to call then it was his own problem and you didn’t need to talk to him when he was being a baby anyway. Plus if something was seriously wrong with him someone would have called you by now. They had a week off till their next show and they were only scheduled for interviews so he could have just been busy, but you doubted it.

You opened up your apartment door and the wonderful smell of pasta hit you immediately.

“Hello?” you shouted nervously. You hadn’t been expecting anyone and you don’t remember leaving any windows open to where that smell could be coming from outside.

“Wait one second,” you heard a familiar voice shout. Niall came around the corner in his sauce covered apron and a spoon in his hand, “it isn’t quite done yet,”

“Niall,” you breathed softly. The fact he was standing in your apartment instead of half way around the world right now shocked you. You followed him to the kitchen and you saw that he had made your favorite dinner. You felt tears prickling in your eyes.

Niall took everything off the burners and took his apron off. He looked at you with an apologetic smile and came over to you and took you in his arms, “I am so sorry Y/N,” he said kissing the top of your head, “You were right, I should always make time for you and I took you for granted. You don’t have to wait around for me and yet you do. You deserve to have a boyfriend who is here for you 24/7 but I just cant do that. You deserve to have a guy who can surprise you when you are having a bad day and I cant do that. But I do love you more than any other man ever could and I really hope that you decide that I am worth all this trouble,” he said looking down into your eyes. You had tears running down your face and you nodded fast. You leaned up and pressed your lips against his, hungry for something you had been denied for months.

“You will always be worth the trouble,” You said after you broke away, “I love you so much Niall Horan,”

“God Y/N I love you too,” he said leaning back in for another kiss, glad he had been forgiven.

Niall Horan - “This Photograph”

Time to write some cute Niall for the girl I’m going to see Niall with in June! Enjoy!

What was it about Ireland that inspired you so much? You felt drawn to it’s greenery, the hills, the lush fields, the dewy grass and overcast skies. You wanted to spend every free second you had attempting to capture it’s beauty with the lens of your camera. Today found you in Mullingar. Down the road from the hotel you booked a room at you found a small park. It’s tall trees, the green grass, the people milling about as they gossiped and laughed together. 

You stood under the shade of a large tree, your lens sweeping across the view before you, snapping picture after picture of the people and sights around you. And that’s when you saw him. 

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Niall Horan One Shot - Mute

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Category - One Shot

Smut or Fluff? - Fluff

Requested? - Yes! :D OK have you done one where Niall starts dating a fan that’s shy and mute? And he gets her to talk and its all cute and fluff?

Pairing(s) - Niall Horan/Reader

Word Count - 772

Summary - You’re mute and Niall gets you to talk.

Author’s Additional Comments - To answer your question, no I haven’t lol. But now I have, and here you are :D Hope you guys like it!♥

honestly, why is Niall even with @Y/T/N? she says nothing

@Y/T/N’s gotta be boring. poor niall.

@Y/T/N is so stupid. How do you keep quiet when you’re dating THE Niall Horan?

Obviously a publicity stunt. @Y/T/N is way too boring for Niall.

Niall to Modest!: what do you mean @Y/T/N doesn’t talk? what am I supposed to do with that?

You were pretty used to the hate by now. Sure, it still hurt, but you tried to not let it get to you. But it did make you insecure of your relationship with Niall. What if you were too boring for Niall? Or what if the only reason he asked you out was because he had to? You’ve only been together for two months, that’s long enough to be a publicity stunt right?

The only reason you were mute and refused to talk is because you were traumatized at age seven. You lost both your parents and little baby sister in a fire and haven’t spoken since then, developing selective mutism. The doctors called it a coping mechanism.

Niall never knew that. Of course he asked, but you never told him. You always shrugged as an ‘I don’t know’, but you’re pretty sure that he knows you know. You tried talking to him, you wanted to make him happy, but you were just scared. You haven’t used your voice in so long and honestly, you pretty much forgot how.

You were sitting on the couch in your house, eating chips and channel surfing, then you got a text from Niall.

On my way over ♥

You smiled and set your phone back down, now waiting on Niall to come. Less than ten minutes later, your doorbell rang and you got up to open it.

“Hey babydoll.” He smiled and kissed your lips.

You smiled back and stepped aside to let him in. You closed the door behind him and followed him into the living room. He flopped onto the couch and you flopped beside him. He grabbed the remote and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

“Were you watchin’ this?” He asked, eating some chips himself.

You shook your head no. He began flipping through the channels like you were earlier.

“Wanna watch Masterchef?” He asked you, and you shook your head. “Degrassi?” You shook your head. “The Game?” You shook your head. “Empire?” You nodded frantically.

You loved this show. You loved how tough and fierce Taraji P. Henson is in this show, and how much she loves her gay son since his father never did. It was the first episode playing, at the moment.

“Damn. This woman means business.” Niall chuckled, making you giggle softly also. “So did you have a good day?” He asked you, and you nodded. “You haven’t been on Twitter, have you?” You hesitated before nodding.

He didn’t like you being on twitter because he knows of all the mean things the fans say about you. He sighed and turned off the TV, pulling you onto his lap, your knees resting on either side of his waist. His arms were wrapped loosely around you.

“Babydoll…why do you keep going on there? Why won’t you just delete your account?” You shrugged. He sighed again. “Do they make you doubt me? How much I like you?” You sighed also and nodded, deciding to tell the truth. “Babe, you have no reason to doubt me. I like you a lot. Can’t you see that?” You shrugged your shoulders a little. He looked down in defeat, then looked back up at you. “You like me too, don’t you?” You nodded frantically. His face turned sad and he rested his head against your chest. “I wish I could hear you say it. I bet you have a beautiful voice.” He mumbled.

You sighed again and ran your fingers through his blonde locks. You really did like him, and you have a good feeling about him. You really felt like he was the one. Nobody made you feel as special as he did. He made you feel like you were important…like you meant something. Like you weren’t useless. He at least deserves to hear your voice. Here goes nothing…

“I-I-I–” You started, then let out a breath.

Just at that sound, Niall’s head shot up and his eyes were as wide as tennis balls. “You what, Y/N? You what?” He asked frantically.

“I-I-I li-li-li-like y-y-yo-you t-t-t-t-too.” You stuttered out. It wasn’t perfect, but you did your best.

A tear went down his face and a Cheshire cat grin broke out onto his face. He pulled you into a tight hug, crying tears of joy.

“You talked…I can’t believe you talked for me…” He whispered. “Oh my god, Y/N…”

You can say anything you want about Briana but she won the game, she got Louis to fuck her

Originally posted by imthehuman

joyofdoors  asked:

Your post on Naruto/Hinata parenting dynamic reminds me of a criticism that the NH fandom imagines that they are this perfect couple, but Boruto show that they're just your typical Japanese couple, ie an overworked husband and a housewife. This is proof that NH as a couple isn't as strong as its fandom claim. I disagree with this, but what's your take?

I think it depends on how one defines strength. And perfect.

Haters seem to think that the lack of a happier-ever-after is a flaw, and not in a way better, because it implies growth continues, which makes sense because life continues, and there is no end until, well, the end. What matters is how one deals with the situations, and yes, they are dealing with things in their own way, and we know already that they will, eventually, resolve the trouble and progress and become even happier. 

Like, frankly, that is perfect. A real perfect. A loving family who grows together and overcomes challenges.

Haters want to make them seem unhappy, or miserable, or so many other things, and of course they do, they don’t get it because they don’t wanna get it. We’ll be over here enjoying the OTP becoming a true family.

Niall Horan One Shot - Beach Day

(photo not mine)

Category - One Shot

Smut or Fluff? - Lil bit of both :D

Requested? - Yes! :D Hey I totally get it if your too busy but I was wondering if you could write something for me? Could it be about me and niall and the boys going to the beach and pool and niall gets protective and then later at night there’s a camp fire and we cuddle and then everyone leaves and we do some stuff? I know that’s a lot to ask!!! Sorry 💓

Pairing(s) [FC = Fictional Character] - Niall Horan/Reader, Harry Styles/Cher[FC], Louis Tomlinson/Sapphire[FC], Zayn Malik/Violet[FC], Liam Payne/Sophia Smith

Word Count - 2,657

Summary - You and Niall have a beach day with the boys and their girlfriends. After everyone leaves, you and Niall get a little naughty.

Author’s Additional Comments - I’m honestly so sorry this took so long to post. I have been working on it a little bit every day, but it took me some time because of everything going on at the moment. If it’s too long or not enough smut, I’m so truly sorry. I did my best :/ Hope you enjoy.

“Beach day!” Liam shouted as he invited himself into you and Niall’s shared house.

“We know, Liam. We didn’t forget.” You chuckled as you walked into the living room with a cup of tea. You sat down on your couch and propped your feet up on the coffee table. “Niall’s up there getting dressed. We should be leaving in a bit.”

“Do you have your sunscreen?” He asked as he sat by you and took your cup of tea, taking a sip himself.

You rolled your eyes, but laughed a little. Even though Liam kind of out grew his nickname ‘Daddy Direction’, he still had those fatherly instincts.

“Yes, Li.” You said, taking your cup of tea back.


You popped your lips as a 'yes’.




“Liam!” You whined.

“Bikini?” He repeated.

“Yes.” You sighed.

He patted your head. “Good girl.” He said and got up, heading upstairs, probably to go make sure Niall’s got everything as well.


When the three of you arrived at the beach, the boys’ girlfriends all rushed to hug you. There was Sapphire who was Louis’ girlfriend, Violet who was Zayn’s girlfriend, and Cher who was Harry’s girlfriend. Sophia was already here since she decided to ride with Violet and Cher.

“Y/N!” They said excitedly when they saw you get out of the car.

“Hi!” You yelled back and giggled as they attacked you in a group hug.

When the hug was over, you all linked arms with Sophia on your left and Sapphire on your right and headed to their towels, sitting on them so you all could gossip. You weren’t really a gossip girl, but you were amused by the stuff they’d say.

“So Cher, you and Harry have any problems with that ex of his lately?” Violet asked.

“Ugh, you have no idea. Its like she’s obsessed! She calls all the time and when he ignores her, she leaves like 200 voicemails. Its so pathetic.” Cher replied, shaking her head.

“Tell me about it!” Sapphire spoke up. “Rosie and I are friends and all, and she’s a nice person, but I can just tell that she’s trying her best to win Louis back! Its so annoying and I’ve talked to Louis about it, but he just told me to ignore her because I’m the one he loves anyway. I know all that but its just frustrating, you know? Like some people just don’t get hints.” She rolled her eyes.

“Just remember, honey, you’ve got the ring.” Cher winked.

“Speaking of rings, guess what I heard?” Sophia spoke up.

“What?” Violet asked.

“No, no. You’ve got to cover your ears.” Sophia giggled.

“But that’s not fair!” Violet protested.

“Well, I’ll just keep my mouth shut.” She shrugged.

“Aww c'mon, Vi.” Cher begged. “Its probably coming soon to you anyway and don’t you like surprises?”

Violet sighed and rolled her eyes, laughing a little. “Fine. But only for 15 seconds.”

“I only need 10.” Sophia winked and Violet giggled before covering her ears and closing her eyes. “Okay so I’m not positive, but I think Zayn’s proposing to Violet soon. I heard Liam on the phone last night with him and he kept saying stuff like 'Zayn, do you really think Violet cares about how much money you spend on her?’ and 'Just get one with a nice big diamond, but not too big. You don’t wanna burn a hole in your wallet’ and then he said 'I know better than to tell Sophia, she doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut’.”

Everyone gasped and you laughed at the last one because she kind of just proved his point.

“15.” Violet said before she uncovered her ears. She looked around the circle and everybody had enormous grins on their faces. “What?”

“Nothing. I just really love how engaging our boyfriends are. Don’t you?” Sapphire dropped, making the girls chuckle accept for Violet.

“Incoming!!” You heard Louis shout and as soon as you all turned your heads to look, he already swooped up Sapphire and carried her to the ocean while running.

“Louis put me down!” Sapphire shouted while banging against his back, but he didn’t listen.

You stood up and laughed, taking off your cover-up and heading toward the water. As you were walking though, you got swept up as well and it was by Niall.

“Niall!” You yelled. “Niall no! Please!” You laughed.

“Sorry Princess, but I’m winning this race!” He yelled back.

Then you looked around and saw that the other boys were running with their girlfriends, but Louis was winning.

“Losers get nothing.” You sing-songed, teasing him.

Niall’s eyes widened and he picked up his speed, zooming past Louis right before Louis even touched the water. Unfortunately for you though, you got thrown into the water because Niall, being the klutz he is, tripped over nothing. When you resurfaced, you saw Louis standing there with his mouth wide-open.

“Not fair! I was so close!” He complained.

Niall chuckled as he rose up out of the water and walked over to Louis, putting a hand on his shoulder. “So close and yet so far.” He joked.

Louis huffed and pouted, making everybody else laugh. He ended up laughing too and then picked up Niall and threw him in the water, which caught Niall off guard.

“Take it easy, Lou. No one likes a sore loser.” You teased, sticking your tongue out.

“See I’d throw you in the water as well, but you’re already in water.” He stuck his tongue out as well.

“Oh, life sucks.” You said sarcastically.


When the sky started getting dark, you guys decided to head over to the fire set up to make a little camp fire. It was burning bright and everybody was cuddled up into blankets together.

“How about some stories?” Harry spoke up.

“Oooh, I have one. Its a bit scary. Well, it doesn’t scare me, but ya know.” Zayn spoke up.

“Zayn, if your story doesn’t scare me even in the slightest, you’re waking up with a scorpion on your face tomorrow.” Louis chuckled, making everybody else laugh a little.

“Alright, here I go.” Zayn cleared his throat. “Back in the 1900s, there was a wealthy family of a mother, a father, and a 12-year-old daughter who had just moved into a house in the woods. It wasn’t deep in the woods, just on the borderline. That house had been built 60 years before and has had a ghost of a little black cat sitting on the porch ever since then, guarding it.

The daughter loved how big the basement was and decided it would be her art studio. But, when they moved in and got settled, it wasn’t until a couple weeks later when the daughter started to hear noises that her parents didn’t. The noises she would hear were the whines of a cat and people screaming, mostly a little girl, and the noises would always come to her when she was in her art studio. She tried telling her parents of what she was hearing, but they convinced her that it was just paranoia and that she was still getting used to living in a new house.”

“I knew someone was gonna be stupid in this story.” Niall muttered.

“Shh!” You shushed him, getting interested in Zayn’s little story.

“The daughter loved drawing happy things like flowers and fruits and cakes and all that good stuff, until she met the ghost cat. Once she met the cat, it was like she couldn’t leave it alone. She completely fell in love with it, it was like she was under a spell. The cat was sweet to her and gave her attention when she wanted it. It loved being in the basement with her as she drew her little drawings and it became very fond of her.

The little girl didn’t notice it, but as the days went by, the cat became more and more demanding. It began speaking to her as if it were human. It would order her to do something and she would do it with no questions asked. If the cat told her to fetch it some water, she would do it. If the cat told her to harm herself, she would do it. It made her hit herself, chop her hair, scratch herself, etc. The parents noticed how their daughter was changing. How she’d trudge around the house, that she lost her smile, and they most definitely noticed her physical appearance. Her once long, silky hair, was now cut short and uneven and dull. Her once fair skin was now battered and bruised. Whenever they asked why she did those awful things to herself, she’d only shrug and say 'the cat told me to’. It would confuse them, they didn’t own a cat.

This went on for a few more weeks before the parents decided to just move out of the house. As they were looking for other places to live in, the daughter would get worse. She started choking herself until her neck was bruised with her own finger markings, holding her breath until her face was blue, puking after every meal. All of those were instructions from the cat. This kept going on until one night, the cat decided it would finish the job. It woke up the little girl at the stroke of twelve and ordered her to go outside to the big tree a few feet from the house. On one of the branches, there was a rope–”

“Oh my god, no!” Sapphire gasped.

“Shh!” Everyone, except Zayn, shushed her.

Zayn chuckled and continued. “The rope was all set for a hanging to take place. There was even a stool under it. The little girl stood on the stool and wrapped the rope around her neck. Just as she was going to kick the stool, her parents busted out of the house in their night robes and saw what was happening. They started begging her and begging her to not take her own life, and the cat didn’t like it one bit. The cat let out a loud screech and multiple sharp woods from the tree flew to the parents, stabbing them and nailing them to the wall, killing them. The little girl began to cry and seemed to snap out of her trance and was about to take the rope from around her neck, but it tightened. She started crying harder and begged the cat to not let her do this. The cat only smirked, and tipped over the stool.” He finished. “Scary enough, Louis?” He said, looking over at him.

“Pff. No.” Louis replied, his voice cracking a bit.


Pretty soon, you and Niall were the only ones at the fire, since everyone else left. Violet and Zayn left because Violet got a little too scared of Zayn’s scary story, Louis and Sapphire left because Sapphire was getting a bit tired, Sophia and Liam left because Sophia had work in the morning and she didn’t want to stay out too late, and Cher and Harry left because Cher was teasing Harry all day apparently and Harry had enough of it. You don’t need a genius to figure out what they’re gonna do.

“You wanna leave or stay a little longer?” Niall asked you.

You, not taking your eyes off the fire, replied quietly, “I wanna stay a little longer. I like fires.”

“So do I. Ya know, I always thought it would be hot to…” He trailed off, dancing his fingertips up your exposed thigh. “…get naughty by a bright, glowing fire.” He whispered in your ear.

You were about to reply, but he squeezed your thigh and you accidentally let out a moan instead. Your thigh was always your weak spot. “Niall we can’t do this here. There’s still children around.”

“We don’t have to go all the way, princess. Unless you want to.” He gave a light slap to your thigh and that convinced you enough.

“Try not to be seen.” You gave in.

He chuckled darkly and he attached his lips to your neck from behind, slightly pecking there. He slid his fingers down along your collarbones, sending shivers throughout your body. He reached into your bikini top and cupped one of your boobs, squeezing it before rubbing the nipple in between his index finger and thumb. You let out a heavy, shaky sigh and he chuckled slightly. He took his hand out of your bikini top and slid his hand down your torso, into your bikini bottoms. You felt his cold finger against your clit and almost immediately arched your back.

He began rubbing in slow circles on your clit with his index finger and you let out little soft moans. He felt you getting more and more wet by his touch and went further down, slipping both his index and middle fingers into your heat, causing you to mindlessly open your legs wider. He began slowly moving them back and forth and got faster by the minute, causing you to buck your hips a little. He reached his free hand up and began massaging one of your boobs in his large hand. He started rubbing his fingers against your walls, then began to scissor you inside and in no time, you came while shaking and moaning his name as quietly as you could.

You relaxed onto his chest, trying to catch your breath. “You feel that?” You heard him ask in your ear.

You were about to ask what, but then you felt it. His hard-on poking at your back. You turned your head and looked up at him, and he wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to giggle. You turned around fully and pulled down his swimming trunks slightly, just enough to free his hard, erect cock. He made sure the blanket wouldn’t fall down from you two and you pushed your bikini bottoms to the side and lifted up, setting yourself down on his cock slowly and letting out a loud moan as you did.

“Shhh.” He shushed and covered your mouth. “We don’t wanna get kicked out, do we?” He smirked. You shook your head. “Alright. Try to be quiet, okay princess?”

You nodded and he took his hand off of your mouth. You began moving up and down on his cock slowly and he held you securely, also making sure the blanket doesn’t fall.

“Oh fuck…” He muttered under his breath. You buried your face into his neck to muffle your moans and held onto him tightly. “Go faster princess.” He whispered.

You obliged and bounced slightly faster and his moans got a little louder. You started tugging on his blonde hair and he dug his nails into your back, beginning to buck his hips to meet your thrusts. He pulled his head back a little, signaling for you to lift your head from his neck. When you did, he attached his lips to yours and you both moaned into each others’ mouths.

He pushed his hips up to go deeper into you and broke the kiss to let out a loud moan. He shushed you once again and covered your mouth with his lips. He began thrusting up into you fast, both of you moaning into each others’ mouths again. He broke the kiss momentarily to let out a particularly loud groan and then reattached his lips, thrusting up faster and harder.

You knew what that meant. It meant he was close. You started bouncing again to meet his thrusts and his nails dug into your back deeper and the kiss got more desperate, but weak. His legs started shaking slightly and he lifted his hips a little, groaning into your mouth as you felt his warm cum pour inside of you. He rocked his hips up and down a bit, riding out his release and his nails slowly released from your back. You both pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily.

“That was so fucking hot.” He muttered in his thick Irish accent. You nodded in agreement, resting your head on his chest now. “You wanna leave now or stay a little longer?”

You two were cuddled up inside of a blanket by a camp fire on the beach. It was dark out and the stars were shining brightly, and it was a full moon.

“I wanna stay.” You replied. “I like this moment.”