Ha, really? You really think your best friend is NIALL HORAN? From ONE DIRECTION? Please, honey. You are not that cool. He probably likes hot girls.” The girls at your school were giving you utter shit because they over heard you telling your best friend how you befriended Niall Horan. Which was completely true. You guys bumped into each other one day when he was trying to avoid fans for a day off, and you guys clicked. It’d been months now but no matter what, it was impossible to prove that you guys were friends. He hadn’t been on twitter because he had been so busy, so it seemed like you had been lying. The “cool” girls who thought they were all that, had been insulting you and bothering you non stop since over hearing.
“I’m sorry,” You say looking up. “I wasn’t paying attention. I was too busy texting Niall.”
“As if, Shay.” The girl grabbed your phone, but before she did you locked it. “Put the passcode in,”
“And why the hell would I do that? So you can accuse me of changing someones name in my phone to ‘Niall’? No thanks. If you would though, walk away. It would mean so much to me if you just left me the heck alone.”
“Whatever, loser. He wouldn’t want to be your friend, I’m telling you. He’d wanna be MY friend.”
You unlocked your phone to a text from Niall,
Are those girls still bothering you, princess?
Your heart skipped a beat everytime he called you princess but you knew that he only meant it as a friend. What you felt for him was so real and so intense, you knew he couldn’t feel the same way about you.
Yeah, but I’m fine. ‘They don’t know about us’ haha.
You typed quickly, trying to make light of the situation.
Right before the bell for lunch rang, you got his reply.
Oh, you’re so hilarious, princess.
Again, with the princess. You wish it could mean more than what you knew it did.
“Come on! I wanna show you something!” Your best friend grabbed your hand and dragged you to the middle of the courtyard.
Out of no where you heard,
“People say we shouldn’t be together, we’re too young to know about forever..” With the achingly beautiful strum of the guitar. You looked up from the ground, only to be met with Niall with a guitar strapped around his shoulder. The whole song, he just stared at you. Smiling.
With the last note, he took your face in his hand, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
“I want you to be my girlfriend, and I wanted to make it public so people would know to leave you the hell alone,” His voice rose with the last of it.
“What? Really?” Your voice broke with anticipation.
“Really. I knew when I met you that you were special, but I wanted to give it time to get to know you. And now I do. Now, Shay (Y/L/N) will you please be my girlfriend?”
“Of course, Niall.”
“Oh good. Now you can be my official princess.”
With that, he dipped his head and placed his lips on yours.
And that, is how you got bitches off your back, and how Niall Horan became your boyfriend.
A Day At The Beach:
“Babeee! Come into the water!”
“But if I go in, I won’t tan as much!”
“Come on! Please?” Harry gave you the look he knew you couldn’t refuse.
“I hate you,” You said, trying to sound upset.
“Noooo, you don’t.” He gave you a peck on the cheek, before grabbing your hand and running towards the water.
“Oooh guuurl,” Louis says with a hint of amusement. “That bathingsuit? Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmmmmm.” You laugh, and strike stupid poses.
“C’mon, Louis! Race you to the water!”
“Last one there is a rotten egg!” You started runnning a bit before he did, so when he caught up to you, he picked you up, twirled you around, and splashed you into the water.
“Louis!” You say, coughing up some water. You laugh and push his head down into the water.
He responds by picking your legs up from under you bridal style and shaking his hair at you.
“Put the sandwitch down, Niall. I wanna make a sand castle!”
“Gufin, bby!” He said, stuffing his face as quickly as possible.
“What?” You ask, laughing.
“Going, baby!” He informs you, swallowing the last of the sandwitch.
You guys walk over to a empty spot, with a hole in the sand. You two sit inside the little bowl of sand, and build some mud pies and stuff.
“Hey, Niall!! Look what I found!” You tell him enthusiastically, pointing beside you.
“What did you find, princess?” He questioned, looking as happy as happy can be.
“THIS.” Once he was close enough, you dumped some mud on his head.
“Oh, you’re gonna get it now.” You blow him a kiss as you run into the water.
Since he didn’t know how to swim, and he didn’t want to try to learn in front of every one with cameras, you guys were just sitting there enjoying the sun.
You were teaching him how to swim in his own pool, but he was still nervous around anyone else.
“But, you’re good!” You tell him.
“I know, but I just don’t feel like I’m ready..” He tells you, looking up at you.
“Okay, babe. It’s fine. Wanna read?”
“Yes! Read to me?” He asks. It was kind of your thing. You guys would pick a book, and would switch off reading out loud to each other.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” You tell him, kissing his forehead.
“No! The water is FREEZING!”
“I will get you in here, even if I have to pick you up and throw you!” He says playfully.
“Liam James Payne!”
“[Y/N]! I’m coming for you..” He slowly makes his way to you, and you have no where to back up to.
He grabs you, picking you up, and throws you over his shoulder. He runs to the shore, getting deep enough so you wouldn’t get hurt, and drops you in, falling with you.
You come up, sputtering water.
“I can’t believe you did that.”
“I had to get you in here sometime, love.”
“Yeah? Well!” With that, you start a water fight.
This preference has self harm, DO NOT READ if this offends you in any way. If you do self harm or are thinking about it, don’t ever hesitate to message me. I know what it’s like. Love you all! -Christina xx
Just one more time. One more time. He won’t even notice. It’ll be small. Just under my bell button. He doesn’t look at my belly button, does he? I doubt it. Okay. I hope he doesn’t get mad. You’re frantically trying to find a voice of reason in yourself, but you can’t. You can’t help it. The frustration and sadness had taken over and you were beyond reasoning. You press the cool blade against your lower stomach, slicing deeply. Shit, shit, shit! That was deeper than expected.. But it felt so good.. You wipe your fingers, feeling the blood in your fingers. The last thing you thought before you passed out was What have I done?
“Am I asleep, am I awake or somewhere in between? I can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me.. Or did I dream that we were perfectly in twined, like- like..” The soft voice of the singer broke before it regained itself and started again. “Like branched on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine…”
Your eyes rolled open and you took in your surroundings. The room you shared with Harry. Your bed under you, strong arms holding you. You looked up to see Harry’s beautiful eyes worried, filled with water. He was singing softly to you. The song was one of your favorites and he had once dedicated it to you.
“[Y/N], you’re awake..”
“Please don’t be mad.”
He shifted away from you, untangling his arms from your body.
“I’m worried.” He whispered, looking into your eyes. “This is the third time.”
“I know, I am too.” He sighed, gathering you up in his arms again.
“We’ll get help, [Y/N]. I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t.” Your voice cracked, and all you could do was cry.
“I love you, [Y/N]. I’m not giving up on you.”
“Damn it, [Y/N]! Just, go away.”
He’s stressed, he’s stressed, he’s stressed, are the words you keep telling yourself when Louis gets into these moods. Right now he’s dealing with management breathing down his neck, Eleanor trying to get back with him, Larry rumors, tours, and working on the next album. He wasn’t normally this mean, and he usually vented to you. For some reason today was different. It didn’t help that today was your one year “sober” from cutting. Louis had been saying how you guys were going to celebrate how strong you were, but in the morning he seemed to have forgotten. It was already 11:3O at night and you had lost all hope for celebration. Everything seemed to happen badly on that day. Your parents announced they were getting a divorce. People who you thought worshiped each other were getting divorced. Your best friend told you she was moving away, and Louis was too caught up in himself to realize you needed his shoulder to lean on.
You locked yourself in the bathroom and found your shaving razor blades. You dropped it on the floor and stomped on it, breaking it into pieces. You picked one up, your breaths coming out short and your heart beating wildly in your chest. You exposed your scarred arm and sliced. It was only when Louis barged in did you realize you had done more than just one cut. Your arm was bleeding wildly and your tears where streaming down your whole face.
“[Y/N]! Stop! What are you doing?! Let’s go to the hospital. NOW.”
“No, baby girl. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was so caught up in myself to realize how badly you needed me. I should have known. You were sighing a lot, you weren’t joking, or even talking much. I knew the signs and I ignored them! I’m such a terrible boyfriend!”
“Baby, baby, stop. Stop blaming yourself. This isn’t your fault. I should have been stronger. You deserve someone stronger.”
“No, you deserve someone who will put their issues aside and help you.”
“You deserve the same.”
“I guess we’re both a little at fault here, aren’t we?”
“I guess we are… Louis, I promise I’ll try my hardest not to let this happen again. But we have to make sure we communicate.”
“I promise, love. Let’s get you home.”
You got up from the chair, holding your bandaged arm in your hand, vowing never to do this again.
“Baaaby! You ready to go?”
“Yeah, give me a second!”
You plastered the band aid onto your wrist. You felt guilty for doing it, once again. It was like every time you decided to harm yourself, it was a good idea, but then afterwards you felt guilty and disgusted with yourself. You had a couple on each arm, so you needed to put the band aids on before Zayn got impatient and came for you.
“Babe, what’s taking you so- [Y/N]! What the hell is this?!”
“Zayn.. I - I um. It’s- I.”
“[Y/N] are you hurting yourself?”
“No Zayn, I’m covering myself in lines of ketchup.”
“IS THIS FUNNY TO YOU?” Zayn’s voice boomed, every inch of the walls bouncing the sound waves back to your ears.
“Zayn, I’m sorry, I just didn’t-“
“No, [Y/N] this isn’t even remotely funny. How could you joke about this?! I thought you had stopped!”
“I did! I had! It’s just, you were gone for so long and things were just going so wrong and I didn’t know what to do, and it just happened!”
“I don’t know if I can do this anymore, [Y/N]…”
“Then LEAVE. I don’t see anyone in this room begging you to stay.”
He did, he left. You sank to the floor, throwing the blades and band aids in opposite directions, not wanting to do anything except curl and cry.
~ Two hours later ~
You were still on the floor of the bathroom. You hadn’t moved an inch since you had laid down on the cool tile floor.
“Shit - [Y/N]. Come here.” Zayn’s voice drifted into your ear drums, but you couldn’t move. He left. Why was he back? You heard a choking sound, then a cracked sob. “Baby, shhh, baby.”
That’s when you realized that sound was you.
“I’m sorry I left, I’m so so so so so fucking sorry. I was being stupid and angry at the comment you made. But I’m not leaving. I’m staying. I’m going to help you through this. I’m going to hold your hands and kiss every scar. I’m so, so sorry for leaving. I love you so much.”
You opened your mouth, but decided that words weren’t needed.
You nodded, looking into his eyes. He slightly smiled, and rocked you to sleep.
Before you slipped into darkness, though, you felt the overwhelming urge to tell him one thing.
“I love you too, Zayn.”
If there was anything other than Niall to make you feel good, it was this. The feel of the cold, dull blade against your skin, making smooth into damaged. It was one of the better feelings in the world that you had given up, because it was dangerous. Maybe that’s one of the reasons you couldn’t seem to stop no matter how hard you tried. It’d been a couple months since you last did it. You were seeing a therapist once a week, but today you just broke. Everything wrong just came crashing down ten times worse than any other day. Noramlly, you’d just come home, cuddle with Niall and vent and cry. But not today. He wasn’t here. He was at an interview a couple towns over.
There. It stung, but it was a good sting.
The door bursts open, “BAAAAAAAAAAAAABY!! I’m baaaaaa- [Y/N]?! What’s going on?”
You covered your thighs by rolling your white shorts down some.
No good, they were white. The thick blood seeped through, making everything pretty obvious.
“Baby..” Nialls breathtaking blue eyes, were now a heartbreaking watery blue. “Why?” He whispered. “Why?” He repeated.
“Niall, it’s just all so much.. I just don’t know what’s going on. Everything’s happening so fast and it’s like I can’t breath.”
“I’m here, I love you.”
“I love you too, princess.”
You spent the rest of the night venting and cuddling, and kissing.
“Babe. Baby. Li. Liam.” You stumbled across the hall way, light headed from the blood loss. You went too deep. Way, way too deep.
“I think,” You gulped. “I need to,” You took a breath. “Go to the emergency room.”
“Why baby?” He turns in his chair, noticing the way you were talking.
You black out. You could hear faint, “Baby, stay with me. Stay with me, baby. [Y/N] please don’t leave me. Please. I need you. I love you.”
You wake up in the hospital.
“Water,” You croak.
“Here you go baby.”
You look up to Liam, handing you a cup of water.
It was silent. So, so silent. You could hear the beat of your heart. It was so quiet you thought you could hear Liam’s thoughts. It was hard to explain but you knew you had to.
You started to explain and he put a finger up to your lips, “You don’t have to if you aren’t ready.”
You nodded, and talked about irrelevant things.
~ Two weeks later ~
You sat him down, “I”m ready, Liam. I’m ready to tell you what happened.”
“Before you tell me, I need you to understand something. I know you’re scared, but nothing you are about to say is going to change anything. I love you, and I’m going to keep my ears open. That’s what I want you to know. This isn’t going to alter my view of you.”
“Niall! I was just trying to PROTECT you.”
“No, Daisy! You YELLED at them! Do you know how bad that makes you look?!”
“You never cared about what they thought about me before.”
“But now whatever they say about the fact that you yelled at them will be true!”
“So, you’re saying if they call me a bitch because I yelled at them because you’re CLAUSTROPHOBIC and they were ALL AROUND YOU, they’re right?!” You screamed. You couldn’t take this arguing. Niall was in the middle of a thousand girls in the middle of the street and you saw he was about to have a panic attack. So, being a, what you thought was, good girlfriend, you told them to back the fuck off. Maybe you could have used without the cursing, but it happened.
“Yes, I’m a bitch?! Alright Niall. Fine, I’m a big bitch for trying to do right by the guy I loved. Or maybe you’re not the guy I love. Maybe I should ask the FANS what you’re like. Because OBVIOUSLY they are ALWAYS CORRECT.”
“Daisy, stop being so damn stubborn!” He boomed. “Why do you always make things bigger than they are?! I was FINE. But no, as always you had to run your big mouth and ruin your reputation!”
“I’m done, Niall. So done. Bye.”
“What are you saying, Daisy? When the going gets tough you’re just gonna run?”
“No, Niall. I’m sick and tired of you complaining about every little move I make! ‘Daisy, why did you tweet that?!’ ‘Daisy, why did you do that?!’ ‘Daisy, why did you look at that fan the wrong way!’ So you can kiss my mistake making, stubborn bitch ass goodbye.”
“Whatever, Daisy. I was fine before you and I’ll be fine without you.”
You can’t lie, that stung. You didn’t directly insult him, so why did he have to do it? Three times in one argument?
You can do so much better, you tell yourself.
~ A month later ~
“Ohmigod, that’s Daisy! Niall Horan’s ex girlfriend! Gosh, I’m so glad they broke up. She’s so mean.”
You pretended you didn’t hear the girls talking about you while at Top Shop. It burned your eyes but you refrained from crying. You never considered yourself mean. Sure, you defended your friends and yourself when need be, but you always tried to be nice. You WERE nice. But the fans always found flaws in the girls that dated any member of One Direction.
“Girls, why are you talking bad about her? She’s the sweetest, most caring, beautiful girl that’s ever entered my life.”
You turned around to the sound of a beautiful, thick Irish accent that sounded excruciatingly familiar.
There he was, in all his arrogant glory. Niall James Horan.
He had his guitar in hand, and was wearing your favorite shirt on him. His red polo. Hanging from his neck he had a necklace you made for him one day when you guys were doing nothing in his flat.
The memory hit you like a ton of bricks.
“Niall! Look what I made yoooooooooooou!” You held out the blue necklace, with an innocent look on your face.
“Oh, God Daisy.” Niall said with a smile. You could tell he loved it, no matter how ugly it was. It was from you. It was enough.
“I love you, baby girl.” He whispered, kissing your forehead.
“I love you too, ya leprechaun.”
“Niall, what are you doing here?” You ask, snapping out of it.
“Some girls tweeted me a picture of you around here, saying I better get you back or else they weren’t going to buy the new album. I couldn’t have that, now could I?”
“Guess not. I suppose they aren’t going to get the album then, because you’re not getting me back.”
“Daisy. I’m so so so sorry. I was stupid. When you left I only thought about how you were right. You were trying to protect me and I took it as an offence. I’m sorry for pointing out all the things you do wrong. I should be pointing out all the things you do right. Like, the way you dress. Or the way you laugh. The way you part your hair just off center. How you put your make up on in the morning. The way you treat the boys. How you understand when I can’t be there. Never getting mad at me for having to leave abruptly.”
By now he was right in front of you, holding your hand. “But most of all. The thing you do the best, the way you love me.”
“Darn you, Niall.” You wipe a stray tear. There were cameras, glares, and smiles all around you. But you couldn’t tell because all you could see was Niall. In all his arrogance. In all his sweetness.
“You take my breath away, Daisy. And I’ll be damned if I can’t be with you again.”
“I love you, Niall. But you hurt me.”
“And I’ll spend forever and a day trying to make it up.”
Then, in that moment, he gave you the sweetest kiss in the history of the world.
And that’s how you and Niall Horan, came together again.
One day you are fighting with your boyfriend in his car. Lately the fights have escalated. He just doesn’t understand why you have to go to college in a different state. You assure him over and over that it doesn’t matter where you go you guys should be able to trust each other enough to make it work but he doesn’t understand that.
You can feel yourself starting to shake and your eyes are tearing up. This is the end of your relationship. After all the things he’s said to you there is no way you can forgive and forget. At the next light he’s still yelling insults at you and you’ve had enough. You open the door to get out and even then he doesn’t stop. As you slam the door you feel your vision becoming more and more blurry with tears.
When you turn around you start to walk down a street you don’t recognize and that’s when you slam right into a tall, muscular chest. You immediately start to blubber, “I am so sorry. It was my fault.” But the words come out through hiccups and sobs. When you look up you meet kind eyes that sort of look familiar. A soft irish accent asks, “Are you okay, darling?” All you can do is try to shake your head yes to keep you from bursting into tears. He clearly doesn’t buy it, because the next thing you know he’s holding your arm and guiding you to a small cafe. Since it’s cold out he orders two hot chocolates and he urges you to talk about what was wrong.
He seemed genuinely concerned about you, even though you two were perfect strangers. You started from the beginning. How you and your boyfriend met, all the way up to what had just happened.
“Well, love. He sounds like a complete and total arse. I say you should leave him. He has no right to make someone as beautiful as you cry.”
“You think I’m beautiful?” It had been a long, long time since someone had told you that.
“Don’t you?” You shake your head, a bit confused by his response. “Darling, I think you’re one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.”
And that, dear, dear Taylor, is how you became best friends with Niall Horan. Oh, and he eventually became your boyfriend (;
“Come on, let’s go get some lunch!” You yell at the kids playing in the back yard.
You volunteered every day after school at the orphanage down the street. You loved each and every one of the kids, and seeing them smile made your whole world light up.
It was impossible for you to believe that other people didn’t want these sweet kids. It broke your heart, honestly. If you could, you’d adopt every single one of them. But for now, volunteering was good. Today, One Direction was coming to visit the kids. You were a big fan, but didn’t want to show it like a crazed fangirl.
They showed up, and you went to go meet them before they preformed for the kids.
“The kids are so excited to meet you,- Oh. Hey Vannaly! Boys, this is one of our favorite teens that volunteer. She’s so dedicated.”
“Hello,” They all say in unison, with the brightest smiles. The one that shined the brightest, though, was Niall.
“Hi, Vannaly. I think it’s great what you do for the kids.” You blush as he says this.
“It’s nothing really. These kids deserve more than the life they’ve been handed.”
He frowns a bit, understanding. He nods, and opens his mouth to say something when Paul says it’s ready for them to go sing.
They sing Kiss You, and a couple other songs from the new album. All the while, the blondie is staring at you. You cock your head to the side, wondering why. You can’t stop smiling, either. Obviously.
Once they’re done, they spend some hours playing and interacting with the kids. By the time their leaving, each and every kid has gotten special attention from at least one of them. They also give every kid a copy of both their albums, and promise to come back again.
Niall comes up to you before he leaves, “Hey, do you think they enjoyed it?”
“Are you kidding me?! They had a blast! I can’t thank you guys enough for doing this for them, they deserve it.”
“I know of one way you can thank me in full,” He tells you, smirking.
“Oh really? What’s that?” You look at him innocently.
“You can go on a date with me.”
“Hmmmm. I suppose I can arrange something of the sort.”
He leans in to kiss your cheek, but instead, his lips end up by your ear, “You suppose?”
“I-I mean… Yes. I mean. Yeah, yes, yeah. I’ll go on a date with you, Niall Horan.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear that.” He slids his lips down do your cheek, and presses them to your skin.
And that was how you meet your boyfriend, Niall James Horan.
Bridget (Bid) and Niall
Dancing. Niall was taking you dancing. It was hard to comprehend the fact that he wanted to go on a date with you. A second date, nonetheless. The first date went pretty great, but dancing? You loved dancing, but dancing in front of him? It was nerve wrecking. You were ready for this, though. You could do it. You take a deep breath, and look over yourself in the mirror. You wore a deep purple dress that was made for dancing. You complimented it with silver shoes.
There he was. Breath in, breath out, Bridget. You straighten your shoulders and answer the door, losing what little air you had in you. He was flawless. He wore a black suit, looking absolutely beautiful. Describing Niall Horan is pretty hard. There were so many good words that would describe him, not perfectly though. You couldn’t describe him to the last detail. But you tried.
“Hey, Niall. You look great.”
“Ha, thanks, but I think you’re the one who looks great. You look beautiful.”
You blush and grab your bag from the little table next to the door.
During the car ride, you guys talked and laughed freely. He made you feel so utterly comfortable.
“Niall, not gonna lie, I’m nervous about tonight.”
“Why? I thought you liked dancing? Damn it,” He sighs, upset with himself. “You did say you like dancing right? Because if you didn’t, we can totally go somewhere else. Ugh, Niall..”
“No, Niall, calm down,” You giggle. “I love dancing, I’m just nervous to dance with you.”
“Oh, okay, good. Why though?”
“I don’t know.. You make me nervous. Yet comfortable. It’s weird.”
“I know what you mean. I feel the same way.” He takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips. You let out a sigh, content with yourself for telling him.
That night you guys dance the night away. It was perfect. When the slow dance came on, your head was rested against his chest. Cliche, some might think. But you couldn’t get enough of his scent. You looked up into his perfect blue eyes, getting lost.
“You’re perfect.” He whispers, leaning in for a kiss.
It was perfect bliss.
“Wanna get out of here?” He asks, after the song ended. “I have a place we could go that I think you’d love.”
“Sure, Niall. Let’s go.”
You guys get into the car and you ask where he was taking you. He replied with a simple,
He takes you a soccer field in a park. His eyes are lit up when he turns to you, “Wanna play some soccer?”
“Let’s do it! But I’m in a dress.” You realized, looking sad.
“No worries,” He tells you, grabbing a bag from the backseat. “I figured you’d say that.”
You smile as he hands you some sweats and sneakers. “You sly dog.” He smiles as he steps out of the car to give you some privacy to change.
~Ten minutes later~
“Come and get it, Niall! Scared? Hm? Irish boy can’t get the bally from the whittle girl?” You taunt him while threading the ball through your feet. You make it past him and kick the ball into the goal. “YEAAAAH! That’s what, 5 for me and 2 for you? Yup, I’m boss.” You wipe your shoulders acting cool. While you’re throwing your hands in the air celebrating, you didn’t notice Niall come up behind you.
He grabs you by the waist and starts tickling you, “Gotcha!” You’re laughing like a crazy person, thrashing everywhere, begging him to stop.
Somehow, you guys end up on the ground, “Say please, Bridget.” “Mm Mm.” You make the “no” sound, refusing to speak. Niall is still tickling you.
“Okay! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!” You burst out.
“Now, was that so hard?”
“Yes, Niall. So, so hard.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Only if you say please.”
“Please.” He gently asks, as if you would really deny him that. You nod, your eyes closing. You feel the heat of his face coming near you, but it’s not what you expect. He blows on your cheek as a mother would on her baby’s stomach.
He laughs, getting up and running away. Once you’re tired of chasing him around the field, you sit down in the middle. He comes up to you and streches out his hand to lift you up. You accept, but instead of going up, you bring him down. He rolls onto the ground, bringing you on top of him.
“You, Niall James Horan, are going to kiss me.”
“If you insist.” He laughs, grabbing your head and pulling it down to his. Your lips touch and you share another beautiful kiss. Later on tumblr you saw bunches of pictures of you guys from that night. You didn’t mind though, because it was just proof that it really happened, and it wasn’t a dream.
And that’s how you spent your second date with your boyfriend, Niall of one direction.