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Jumped Pt. 5

Eek this is scary. I don’t know if I’m back. I don’t know where this is going. We’ll see. I just felt compelled to continue their story. I hope you enjoy it. I’m posting this unedited so I don’t chicken out.

It had been a long day at work and I escaped the hot, muggy night at Hank’s, where the air was cold and the beer colder. Normally I enjoy my single life. I make my own schedule. I can keep my apartment as messy as I want and I never have to check in with anyone. But some days I’m lonely. Some days I wake up with an ache in my heart that I don’t know how to fill. I have friends and I know I can call them but that’s not what I need. I need to be held and I want to be wanted. I start counting the days that have passed since the last time I felt a real connection with another human and the realization that it’s been months makes me depressed.

Hence, beer. Lots of it. Alone. In a small, hole-in-the-wall bar that I’ve been coming to since before I could drink. I let the darkness blanket me and hide me from the world. The dim lamps over the pool tables are a spotlight over the steady beating of balls being struck. The noise comforts me and drowns out my thoughts. I can zone out. I try to focus on the classic rock coming out of the jukebox as a way to stop my brain from regurgitating an infuriating email from work. Recognizing “Life In the Fast Lane” by The Eagles makes me smile, possibly the first smile of the day. It takes me back. It reminds me of a boy I brought here once a year ago. He liked the Eagles. He sang along to this very song as we played pool together here. And then we had a little fling for a couple days. And then he left. He went to London first to finish writing his album, followed by promo and the release of said album. Then came a world tour. I stalked him, kind of. Can you stalk someone with 20 million Instagram followers who posts regularly? Yes, I broke down and got an Instagram. I followed him and watched him travel around the globe and be loved by millions of women. And I was proud of him. But I missed him. It wasn’t right. He wasn’t mine. But I did. You can’t have a man like Niall Horan in your life and not miss him when he’s gone.

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This fucks me up on so many different levels.

Houston- 18July18

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He’s such a little shit and I’m here for it all day long! Fuck!!

FUCK

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aaaaaaanddd IM DEAD.

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Lips so good I forget my name...

Flicker World Tour - Mansfield, MA - 9/8/18

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Umm, this is hot!

Calum for L’Officiel 

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on my own, detroit | 28.08

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Bicep, thigh and ass appreciation

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How are they all so fucking handsome?!

conormastersonviolin @christiantierney

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niallhoran: St. Louis 📸 @christiantierney

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niallhoran St. Louis 📸 @christiantierney

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Red Rocks

*small 1.7k word drabble based off of this ask i received this morning*

“You’re fuckin’ crazy.”

Maybe you were, maybe you were out of your mind insane for suggesting such a thing, but you were also head over heels in love and finally seeing Niall be able to achieve one of his life-long dreams–performing his own concert at the famous Red Rocks Amphitheater–just made something wicked come out in you.

Maybe telling him you wanted to suck him off in the middle of the venue before the show was a bit too far…even for you.

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Your top six favorite pictures of Niall's hands 😏

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He just looks totally fucked in the second picture.

HOLY DUXKwonsdafwsOUHASFH

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Wash Us Away

A/N: Well, here it is! I’ve had this idea swimming about my head for longer than I care to remember, and god does it feel good to finally get it all out! Im planning on posting several times a week until it’s done. Please, please let me know what you think, feedback would just be wonderful. I’m super nervous about this one, I don’t know why - but I am! Excited too though of course. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter One.

Most of the time, Niall doesn’t even class what he does as ‘work’. He’s incredibly lucky, he’s well aware, of being in the position he is. His job is something he has an unbridled passion for, gets to write and play music for a living while people love and adore him for it. It’s a dream come true really, and even after eight years he still has to pinch himself regularly to remind himself that this really is his life; especially now that he’s on his own and it’s his name and his name only credited to everything he does.

Of course, there are drawbacks. It’s hard going sometimes, tough mentally and physically to keep up the energy needed to stay afloat. Whether it’s a long day in the studio, pressure weighing heavily on his shoulders to get it right or being wide awake at 4am with jetlag nagging at his exhausted body. Hours of mindless interviews where he answers the same question over and over again, but of course it’s all worth while he’s up there on stage, initials glowing in huge lights behind him as the crowd roar his lyrics back at him so loud it takes his breath away.

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niallhoran: LA night 1 📸 @christiantierney

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Sunday Mornings Series

Betrayal - Part 2

A/N: thank you all so much for the love you have the first part!! I’m not gonna lie, I struggled writing part two and I’m still not 100% on this but I hope you all like it. Let me know what you think? I love getting feedback :)

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It’s been nearly a month since the day that changed everything. Nearly a month since Niall walked out and left you sobbing in your living room, since you begged him to understand that what you done, what you said had been a stupid, drunken mistake. A month since Niall decided he couldn’t trust you anymore and had taken himself off to his cousins apartment to think and clear his head. It’s been nearly a month since you felt his arms round you, his lips on you, his body against yours; a month since you heard his laugh bouncing off the walls of your house, since he muttered how much he loves you, since you woke up wrapped in his embrace. And it’s slowly killing you.

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