#nialloneshot

[haarrrys]

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series summary - just some random singledad!harry and his daughter amani oneshots about their life! 🍼🍪🧸

pairings - kid!oc x harry styles

✉️ - warnings - mentions of unhealthy relationships, abortion, missing parent, but overall fluff

⌗ - use the tag ‘harry x amani’ to find all the works!

(♥︎- fluff, ▲- angst, ■- smut, though their won't be a lot of it..)

⌗curls and pancakes→♥︎

⌗mothers day blues →♥︎▲

⌗play groups aren’t for daddies →♥︎▲

⌗ N0T A B4BY -> ♥︎▲

⌗ your my baby say it to me →♥︎

⌗ independence →♥︎▲

⌗ growing up →♥︎▲

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[niall-is-my-dream]

Niall One shots - Stay until the morning (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/Hou9EX9zON A collection on Niall Horan one shots and blurbs. Some contain smut and sexual references. These will be indicated with *** Some are just Niall fluff. https://www.tumblr.com/blog/niall-is-my-dream Follow me on tumblr. Em x

[ladybonners]

Niall One Shot! (Dirty) xx

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“Come on babe, I'll kill ya,” Niall smirks and kicks a ball between his feet. “Yeah I know,” I agree and cross my arms over my chest, “You both will kill me. Losing a game of football to my six year old isn't really on my agenda today.” “Aww come on,” Niall whines and the little one is soon to follow. “Yeah, come on mommy,” she pouts and grabs onto his leg. I watch him grimace. He knows I can't say no to her. He's evil... truly evil. I get my numb butt off the bench and reluctantly drag myself towards the two of them. “Yay!” She screams and giggles, “I do first pick, first pick!” Niall and I stand next to each other, our sides pressed together. He pinches my butt and I swat at his hand growling lowly, “Stop it Niall...” He pinches harder, “What did I say?” I shriek. “Daddy!” Olivia yells and claps her hands luckily oblivious to her dad's perversion. “Woohoo!” he yells enthusiastically and jumps next to her, joining her team. “You're not gunna kno-wha hitya mommy,” she giggles and sticks her tongue out at me. “Oh yeah?” I laugh. “Ohhhh yeeaaahhh...” she gives me a cheeky grin. “That's my princess,” Niall squats down gives her a hi-five. She is just like her father. She has his eyes, his dimpled chin, his rosy cheeks, oh and lets not forget his spunk. She may look like me for the most part but she acts just like him. “You're goalie first half,” he yells after her as she runs to position. “Where's my goalie?” I smack my hands to my sides. “I'm lookin at er'” he chuckles. “That's not fair!” I yell at him. “Hey,” he throws his hands in the air, “Talk to the one who got first picks.” “So I have to verse you, get past Livi and defend my goal?” “What... afraid of a can of whoop-ass?” “Oh I see someone ate a bowl of sass this morning...” I tease, “More like a can of whoop-victory!” I throw my fist in the air and he snorts at my corny rebuttal. “Whoop-victory?” he mumbles. “You heard me... whoop-victory,” I pivot and cross my arms. “'Why don't you walk you and your little can of 'whoop-victory' to your position,” he laughs lightly and dismisses my banter; running of to Olivia. “What position do you want me in daddy?” I yell over to him innocently. By the blush flooding his cheeks, I could tell he picked up on the sexual innuendo. “One that gives me easy access to the goal,” he winks at me. It's so cute that even when he's tomato red he will fire back with a dirty comment, being proud of his wits. Cheeky little Irishman. “We'll see about that,” I smirk. Let the (completely unfair) game begin!

~*~ I watch a huge smile spread onto Niall's face as Olivia gloats away at how she just whooped her moms butt in a game of football. She prances around in the grass to her own little tune in her head, humming away. Her wavy, dark hair wraps around her face as she skips. I laugh when she gets frustrated because her hair keeps finding its way into her mouth. I feel Niall's arms snake around me from behind. He presses his lips below my ear and whispers, “How's the can of 'whoop-victory' feeling?” “Ha ha, very funny,” I roll my eyes and place my hands over his, “In my defense I was outnumbered... and I'm pretty sure that being all positions on a team wouldn't fly for derby.” “No for derby it would-” I cut him off with fake snoring and he pouted. I love teasing him with my lack of interest in Derby. “I'm just kidding, now what were you saying?” I laughed. “For derby there would be-” cue my snoring. He let go of me and took a step away. “Aww babe, I forgot you were sensitive about derby,” I giggle and put my arms out to him. He rejects me and keeps his eyes on Livi. I try to get his attention but he ignores me. Fine. “Hey Niall, what stretches do you think they do?” “Not falling for it,” he mutters and crosses his arms over his chest. “Do you think this one?” I ask and crouch down, giving him a clear view of my cleavage. He glances over and I've got him. “Or maybe toe touches,” I turn around and tap my toes. I watch upside down his feet move towards me. He pinches my butt yet again and I shoot up. “Ow, what's up with you and ass pinching today,” I complain and rub my backside. “I fell for it,” He smirks, “Lets get home.” He licks his lips and call after Olivia, “Livi! Come on, let's get going.” She stops dead in her tracks, drops handfuls of dirt and uprooted grass. I take in my pouting mess of a child, “Grab the ball, your filthy,” I laugh. She sighs and picks her ball off the ground. She huffs as she runs over to us and trails behind her daddy. “Shoulders!” she yells at him. “Magic word...” he shakes his head in disagreement. “Now,” she says cockily. “Have fun walking,” he shrugs. “Please,” she whines. “Say it nicely...” he stops and waits for her to use her manners. “Can you please put me on your shoulders daddy?” she asks and he lifts her up. She sits on the back of his neck and flops her legs on his shoulders. He holds her little calves as she ruffled up his hair on the short walk home. “When we get home, you need to take a shower,” I poke her side and she whines, “Moooooom...” “Listen to your mother,” Niall says sternly. He squeezes her calves gently, enforcing his authority. She shuts right up. Olivia rests her dirty dimpled chin on the top of his head, nuzzling in his hair. We reach our house and I hold the door open for thing one and thing two. They stumble through the door and Niall begins to make airplane noises. He zooms around the living room in circles then flies upstairs to the porcelain airport. “Daddy do I have to?” I hear Livi mutter. “You heard your mother,” he pushes, “But if you want you can get a bubble bath...” “Okay,” she giggles, “but shhhhh... because mommy said a shower... I'll get in trouble.” “Okay, I promise,” he chuckles and I hear water pouring into the tub upstairs. I smile to myself thinking about how lucky I am. Our child whines and questions everything so much that if I didn't have Niall I wouldn't know what I would do. The bathroom door closes and the sound of the running water muffles. I head upstairs to our bedroom looking for Niall only to find him creeping behind me. I jump when he locks the door and slams it shut. “We have at least thirty minutes,” I smirk at him. He takes his bottom lip in his teeth and corners me towards the bed. “So like I said earlier...” I crawl backwards onto the bed and prop myself on an elbow, “What position do you want me in?” “You're forgetting a little something.” He climbs onto the bed and towers over me... “What's that?” I fall back onto the down-feather blanket. “Call me daddy.” “Daddy!” Olivia yells and bangs on the door, “My favorite princess soap with the sparkles in it is lost!” Niall's face draws blank and he shakes his head furiously. He's practically gagging at what just happened. He yells back, “It's in the cabinet below the sink!” “I already looked there...” she whines for about the millionth time today. He groaned and stumbled off of me. “Coming,” he mutters and slips through the door. I fidget around on the bed while he's gone and looking for her favorite soap. I debate in my mind to strip before he gets back... no time to think. I stand up and rush. I bring my feet up and rip my shoes off; tossing each one across the room somewhere. I unbutton my shorts and wiggle out of them while pulling my blouse over my head. Not the brightest idea considering I just tripped myself on my shorts and plummeted to the floor. I shove my shorts under the bed with my feet and stand up. I shove my shirt under there too and push my socks off my ankles, scooting them along with the rest of my clothes. I plop on the bed and pull my hair out of the ponytail it was in in a panic. I hear his heavy footsteps coming towards the bedroom. I fling the hair tie across the room and rustle my hair. I fix my girls in my bra and pose in my underwear. I play it cool as he walks in, turning to lock the door unaware of the frazzled state I'm in. I feel my heart thumping out of my chest and I try to calm myself down. He turns around and takes me in, his eyes traveling my body. His lips make a perfect 'o' as he takes a deep breath. “You're still just as sexy as you were eight years ago baby,” He smiles and shakes his head in disbelief. I blush and motion him towards me with my finger. He hums in anticipation and jumps on the bed. He clobbers me and pecked my lips. “I love you,” he mumbles in-between kisses. He breaks away and kisses my neck, “I love you too Niall,” I close my eyes and let my head fall back as his kisses move down my body. He reaches my navel and rubs over my panties. He kisses between my hip bones and rests his forehead against my lower stomach. “You know,” he mumbled against my skin and rubs his hand in circles. His soft lips drag across my skin down towards the hem of my panties, “I've always thought about having at least two...” “At least two...?” I press breathlessly. “Kids,” he says quietly and pulls my underwear down past my knees. “Are you hinting at what I think you're hinting at?” I ask. He doesn't answer. He places small kisses on my hip bones and one in between. He leaves a trail of butterfly kisses down my lower abdomen until he reaches my folds. He flicks his tongue across my slit and I lose my train of thought. He presses his lips to the uppermost part of my slit and opens them wide. Taking my clit in his mouth, he flicks his tongue over it repeatedly. The speed getting faster and faster. My build up getting stronger and stronger. He slides his fingers into my center and pumps them deep and slow. He presses his fingers against my wall and curves them up. My breathing is harsh and he quickens his fingers; bringing me closer to my release. Profanities slip my lips as I grip the plush sheets. I loose control and slip into pure bliss. He smooths my juices up and down my slit and he spreads my legs. He proceeds to reach behind him towards our bedside table and into the drawers. He pulls out an aluminum wrapper and watches me as he tears it open with his teeth. The wrapper falls to the floor and he pulls out the latex condom. “Niall,” I stop him, “We don't need it.” “We don't?” He face lights up, “You really want to do this? Have another baby with me?” I beam at him and nod my head yes. He shoots the condom across the room and charges at me. He smothers me with kisses and quickly strips out of his clothing. He positions himself between my legs. Despite the emotion and intensity of the situation, Niall's face is filled with desire. His eyes darken as he pumps his hand over his hard cock. He inserts his tip and grips my thighs before pushing his length into me. He groans, “You're so wet Paige.” He starts moving inside me. His eyebrows knit together as he fills me up, pumping slowly. I throw my head back and close my eyes, letting him work on me. “Uh-uh, keep your eyes on me baby.” I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him. He smooths his hand from my thighs to my calves and puts my ankles on his shoulders. He leans down, bringing my legs closer to me. My ankles slide further down his back so my knees are at his cheeks. He puts his hands on each side of my head and suddenly thrusts faster. I gasp and moan out when I realize the position he's put me in. With each thrust he hits my g-spot. My moans get increasingly louder as I build up to my orgasm. He thrusts harder, pounding into me. I cry out in pleasure and he shushes me. He forces his thumb into my mouth to muffle my moans. I suck on his thumb until the pleasure it almost too much to bare. He clamps his hand over my mouth blocking my screams. I feel myself tighten around him and he groans. He pushes his way through my orgasm, making it heighten. I lock my legs and cum hard. He continues thrusting, making me ride out my orgasm. I tremble underneath him, trying to recover. He pulls out and pumps his hard shaft. “Turn around and get on your knees,” He mutters. I do as I'm told and he pushes me down onto my hands. He rams his cock into me, being rough from the start. His hand tickles down my spine and grips my ass. He thrusts fast and deep. My breathing cuts short when he curses under his breath and thrusts hard into me. His hands tickle the sweat on my back as he pulls me back into him. He groans loudly and releases. He does a few more thrusts before pulling out. He falls next to me and I lay on my side facing him. He moves a strand of his out of my face. His finger trails down my neck, in between my breasts, and down to my stomach. “I can't wait to do this all over again with you,” he smiles.

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Niall One-Shot for anon

You were tired. You had been tired for years. It was sadness at first but anymore you feel numb. Niall brings some light into your dark empty hallway of a life. When he's gone though, you walk alone in the dark again, searching for him. He would be leaving for tour in 24 hours and you were so upset you couldn't stand it, yet you refused to tell him. You walked into your bedroom and opened up your makeup bag, unzipping the inside zipper to pull out one of the many razors. You sat on the bed, and rolled up the sleeve of your hoodie. You were about to slice open the soft flesh of your arm when Niall walked in. 

"Princess, I'm home early! I have cookies and soda and Nandos and-"

He paused when he noticed your deer in the headlights stare, the razor still just pressed against the bare arm that held all the scars, big and small.

"What are you doing?" He asked darkly.

"What does it look like?" You said sharply jumping up.

"Why? Why does a girl as beautiful, as perfect, as loving as you have to cut yourself like that? Why would you not tell me. Almost one year I have been with you and you've been doing this the whole time? Is that why you're always wearing long sleeves or not letting me see your "awkward arms" I fucking love you and you go and hurt yourself?"

He crossed the room towards you and threw the razor to the ground rolling up the othe hoodie sleeve. He stared at the scars for a minute. He raised your right arm and slowly kissed each and everyone of the little marks. Even the freshly scabbing ones. He repeated this action with your left arm. After he was done he looked you deeply in the eyes.

"Please stop. If not for me, then for yourself. Fix yourself. I'll help and stay by your side the whole way. I can't lose you. Ever. I love you."

Tears were brimming his eyes threatening to roll down his cheeks. You just burrowed into his chest and cried and all he did was hold you. He hummed "Give me love" By Ed Sheeran and held you there leading you to the bed. 

"Thank you Niall. I love you. I don't deserve someone like you." You said softly once the tears ran out.

"No, I don't deserve you. I love you so much. It hurts whenever I'm away from you, even if I make a run to the bathroom I feel your absence."

"Please, please don't leave me." You begged tears starting to leave your eyes again.

"Wouldn't dream of it." He said softly kissing the top of your head. He kept this promise for the rest of your lives.

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I Love You More Than You Could Ever Imagine

Summary: Chelle is dating Niall Horan from One Direction and the pressure to be perfect cracks her to an all time low. When Niall finds out he's extremely surprised at what she's been hiding.

Pairing: Niall + Female (Chelle)

Warning: Self-harm, may cause triggers

Words: 1,135

Author's Notes: This was a personal request by Chelle. If you have a personal request send them to our ask, asking for Hannah!

“What’s your favorite thing about dating Niall Horan?” I’m always asked this. And I always answer, “There are so many things I love about Niall, I can’t choose just one thing.” A chorus of “aw” comes from the audience and everyone starts whispering about how cute we are. “What a perfect couple,” everyone says. What a perfect couple. If only they knew what really went on…

“So I’ll pick you up tonight at seven, okay, babe?”

“Sure, I’ll be ready,” I answer into the phone, twirling a finger around my brown hair.

“Alright, I’ll see you then,” Niall says. “Love you.”

“Love you, too,” I say before hanging up the phone.

Niall and I have been dating for a year and a half now. I met him and the rest of One Direction at a party that I had attended after I won a contest. I went thinking I’d just be able to meet and greet with the band, but Niall and I had exchanged numbers and after a while he finally asked me out.

Niall is the sweetest thing in the world, he’s everything a girl would ever want. He comes over and cuddles when I’m sick, he brings me chocolates during my not so favorite time of the month and on nights when I can’t sleep he’ll come over and sing me to sleep.

The only downside about dating Niall is the hate I get everyday. I used to use Twitter all the time, now it’s something I’m scared to log into because of the tweets that are waiting for me to read. When I was younger, I was bullied a lot in school. I attempted suicide once and ended up in the hospital. That was one of the few things Niall didn’t know about me. Another one of the few things he didn’t know was that I had been diagnosed with depression. The last thing he didn’t know was that I cut. I had ever since I was younger, but with the new hate coming from just being his girlfriend just made me push the blade even deeper. Usually I could tell Niall everything, but these three things were the only things I kept a secret from him. I didn’t want him to think I was a freak. I didn’t want to loose him, he was one of the most important things in my life.

Niall picked me up for dinner at seven just like he said he would, and he took me to an Italian restaurant where he ate at least three times more than I did. After dessert we were walking out when a few fans saw him and ran up to us. He smiled and said hi to them, agreeing to take pictures and sign things for them. When he was finished and we started walking away, I heard one of the girls say, “Oh my gosh, did you see that ugly thing he was with. Haha that’s supposed to be his girlfriend?” I stopped dead in my tracks.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, he obviously hadn’t heard what the girl said.

I turned around, but the girls were already walking away, giggling to each other and looking at the pictures they had taken.

“Chelle? Are you okay?” He asked.

A tear started rolling down my cheek, I wiped it away before he could see. “Yeah,” I whispered, “can you just take me home now?”

“Sure, babe,” he took me to the car. The ride back to my house was silent. When we finally pulled up in my driveway, I got out of the car as quickly as I could and started toward the door while tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Chelle,” Niall called after me. I ignored him and kept walking. “Chelle!” He called again, this time hands holding my waist. Niall turned me to look at him. “What’s wrong?” He asked me, seeing the tears that were streaming down my face.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” I snapped, turning away and heading inside.

He suddenly grabbed my wrist, and I tensed. “You are not fine, and I’m not letting you go home alone when you are crying and-“ He stopped.

I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing he had seen the cuts on my wrist. I had forgotten to wear the bracelets I usually wore to cover them.

“MyChelle,” he whispered. I knew he was serious, he rarely ever used my full name. I yanked my arm away from him and turned to look at him. His face was hurt, like I had been doing something to him, not myself.

“Niall, you don’t know what I’ve been through! People have always hated me and told me how worthless I am! I tried to kill myself when I was younger and I have depression! Your fans treat me like I’m the devil and they tell me on a daily basis how ugly I am and how it would make you feel better if I just left you! They call me your charity project and say that I’m worth nothing! Did you hear what those girls said about me tonight when we were walking away! Everyone hates me, Niall! Everyone!” I yell, and even more tears are streaming out.

“Chelle,” said, pulling me into a hug. “Not everyone hates you. I can promise you that because I love you. I love you more than you could ever imagine is possible. I know that there are people out there who say things like that, I’ve gotten my share of hate, too. But when I look at what people say to me on Twitter, do you know what I see? I see people telling me how cute we are together. People have told me how beautiful you are, and people have told me I’m lucky to have you. Those people are right. I am so lucky to have you, and I couldn’t imagine my life without you. I wish you had told me all of this before, I wish I had known.”

“I wanted to tell you, I was just afraid you’d think I was a freak. I was afraid of loosing you.”

“You are not a freak,” he said. “And you will never loose me. I’m here for you no matter what happens.”

He lifted my wrist to his lips and gave it a kiss, and then moved to my lips. He broke away only to open the door, and we went inside, continuing the kiss, until we were both laying on my bed. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him and I could hear his breath in my ear. “I love you, Chelle,” he whispered.

[running--from-lions]

One Shot for my friend Megan

I was proud of this, why not put it out there? W/ Niall

Enjoy! xx ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Oai, new girl." I heard a voice call from the other side of the classroom. I looked up, to see Kisha smirking at me, a gleam in her eyes. I knew she was a bitch from the moment I saw her, with her face caked with make-up, and the slutty clothes. 

"Can I help you?" I glared at her, wondering why she was even talking to me. I felt my friend, Bailey tugging at my arm, shaking her head, but I held my ground.

"Have I ever told you that you are..." Kisha wandered up to my desk, trying to be sexy, but failing miserably. "The creepiest weirdo ever?" She sneered in my face. 

"No." I hissed back. "But I have never told you how much of a ugly slut you are." Her face turned to horror. I stood back, smirking. 

"Omg, why are you such a bitch?" She sneered, and strutted off, her clique following, murmuring among each other. I sat back down in a huff. 

"Why did you do that? She's gonna make your life a living hell!" Bailey muttered at me. 

"I don't care." I said, loudly. 

"Megan, you will! The last person she bullied, almost committed suicide, and transferred schools." Bailey looked at me, worriedly. From the first day at my new school, she had been a great friend. She had wandered over while I was eating lunch by myself, and introduced herself. We were fast friends. 

"I won't let her get to me." I promised her, as the teacher walked in. I turned my attention to him. 

"Okay, attendance." He muttered. I sighed. He was such a klutz.

"MR. MEEEAAADOOWS!!!!" I heard a voice yell from the hallway. I saw the teacher cringe, when Niall Horan walked in. Niall was a pretty popular guy, with his bleached blonde hair, and bright blue eyes, always sparkling with fun. He played in a band, playing guitar and singing. And, personally, he was the cutest, most amazing guy in the whole school. Everyone likes him, and he always acted so cool. Course he would never notice a girl like me. I felt Bailey nudge me, and I bent my head, blushing and grinning. 

"Hello, Mr. Horan." My teacher turned to the loud boy. 

"Sup, man." Niall grinned. 

"Go to your seat." 

"Rightieo!" Niall grinned and passed me, sitting in the desk a little behind me. I turned around to look at him. He noticed, and gave me a small wink. I whipped back to the front, feeling my face start to resemble a tomato. The teacher started to drone on about some earthquake, so I tuned out, doodling on my notebook. A small note was thrown on my desk. I looked down at it. It was folded quite messily, unlike Bailey's notes. I picked it up, my fingers trembling slightly. 

'I've never introduced myself. I'm Niall Horan. " Was written in a blue pen, quite messy. I turned to see Niall grinning, a small wave. I smiled, and quickly wrote down:

'Megan. Nice to meet you. We'll talk later, we could be caught. Too embaressing.' I passed it back. He quickly read it, his blue eyes following my writing. He looked up, and gave me a thunbs-up, smiling. I turned back to my doodles. Maybe a millennia later, the bell rang. I sighed, collecting my books, and got up. I walked out of the class, Bailey going on about how she hated this kid in our class. We got outside, and walking to the next class, when someone shoved me against the lockers. 

"Ow, what the fuck?" I yelled, my books falling out of my arms. 

"Don't ever humiliate me in class ever again." Growled Kisha, as she held me against the lockers. 

"What if I do?" I sneered, slightly. I would not show weakness to this bitch. She threw me to the ground, and kicked my ribs. I made a small sounds from the back of my throat, trying to stop her. 

"Shut the fuck up." She hissed. 

"Stop!" I gasped. She gave me another boot, and hauled me up again, planting a punch to my face. My nose began to bleed. 

"OAI, STOP THAT!" A voice bellowed over the murmurs of the hallway, a group crowded around us. I looked up, clutching my nose. Niall was pushing his way through the crowd, worry and anger snapping in his eyes. Kisha looked up. 

"This bitch thinks she all high and mighty." She tried to explain, but Niall just pushed past her. 

"Are you alright, babe?" He asked to me softly. 

"Not really." I muttered. 

"Kisha, why do you have to be such a slut?" Niall asked angrily, and he put an arm around me, leading me to the office. 

"I, she, but!" Kisha stammered, watching Niall go. 

"Whatta bitch." He muttered. "Let's get you cleaned up." He told me, and opened the office door. 

"Oh, sweetie, what's wrong?" The secretary looked up sharply. 

"Some bi-girl beat her up in the hallway. Kisha something." Niall told her, leading me to the bathroom. 

"Dear me, we will talk to her later." The woman took a note. 

"Okay, let's look at this." Niall peeled my hands off my nose, as he grabbed Kleenex. He wiped away the blood, and gave me a new one to hold to my nose, as he prodded me a bit. "You'll have some battle scars!" He laughed. I giggled with him. 

"Thanks.." I muttered. 

"Hey, no problem. Kisha had no right to do that to your pretty face." He smiled. I felt a blush come to my cheeks. 

"How's your nose, sweetie?" The secretary came over to me, a false expression of worry on her face. I pulled away the tissue. The blood had stopped. 

"Fine, thanks. I'll head back to class." I said. 

"I will escort her!" Niall volunteered. He grabbed my hand, and lead me out of the office. "Hey, so um... What are you doing after school?" He asked, scratching the back of his head. 

I smiled. "Hanging with you." 

He gave me a huge smile, and left his hand in mine, taking me around the school, forgetting which class we had.

[haarrrys]

((for everyone who sent a request i swear I am working on them and all of them are in my drafts! for now, this is a wattpad request so i wanted to get it out the way :) i have not forgotten about u!))

They'll love you

y/n turned herself in the mirror over-examining every part of herself to make sure she was absolutely perfect for tonight. it was a party, but not just any party. her boyfriend niall, who she's been dating for eight months (give or take) invited her to celebrate the success of the 'Made in the A.M' album. she was pumped of course, getting to spend time with niall, who she really didn't see as often due to his busy work schedule was like a gift sent from heaven— that is until she realized she was meeting the rest of one direction.

it wasn't like she didn't want to, no, she thought nothing was better than getting to know the group of friends, family even, that niall spent most of his time with. the thing was that niall never was one for relationships; he was the only one in the band who wasn't with someone 24/7, and yes of course he had some short term relationships but they were all private and never got to the point of meeting the people in his life he values the most. that all changed with y/n, his world, his whole heart. when they hit their five month anniversary he took her straight to his family who showered her in love and affection, which she reciprocated almost immediately. she got along well with the whole horan household, even little theo who was now utterly attached to his new play mate, as he called it. she just fit in so well, even so much so that his dad told him she's for sure a keeper.

of course dating niall horan with you also being in the modeling industry was not something that everyone would bat their eyes at and look the other direction. everywhere you went cameras did too; soon the world knew about you and niall and honestly neither one of you cared. there were pictures of you holding hands, laughing, and even niall at one of your runway shows. soon that turned into rumors, then confirmation, which then turned into all the one direction boys on his ass about meeting the girl that made his cheeks grow bright red when she was brought up. they teased him about it, because that's just how they were but in the deepest parts of their hearts they all genuinely we're beyond happy that he finally was with someone that made him happy.

thus why they practically begged niall to bring you along to the party, which then led him to ask you one night in bed after you two had just calmed down from what you were sure was the best sex you ever had. you were hesitant, but nonetheless you agreed but now that the day was here you weren't so sure anymore.

niall was already dressed and downstairs waiting for you while you critiqued every inch of your outfit, fighting with your own mind on whether you should just call off everything and disapoint niall and the boys who were more excited to meet you than you thought. after ten minutes passed niall ran up the stairs to see what was going on, only to frown when he saw your helpless expression staring back at him in the mirror. "what's wrong babe?" he sighed, hugging you from behind and laying his head in the crook of your neck. you let out a deep breath relishing in the feeling and letting your fingers graze through the tips of his blonde hair "I'm just nervous..dont think I look good. I don't know" you whispered, not flinching when his lips made contact with your cheek. he hummed quietly "I think you beautiful love. wanna rip this dress right off you actually" niall, the very promiscuous man said with a smirk that only grew larger when you laughed rolling your eyes. he laughed along with you, making the conversation happier then added, "but seriously babe, your absolutely gorgeous. don't know why you're nervous.. they're so excited to meet ya and i know they'll love you." he finished, his irish accent ringing in your ears with reassurance.

next thing you knew you were partying the night away with a drunk niall by your side, sluring words together that even you couldn't understand due to how much alcohol was in his system. he held you close the whole night, not once letting you leave his grasp even when louis tried to get you to the dance floor. speaking of louis, the boys loved you. they saw the way you looked at him, even when he was being an idiot and drinking more than he could hold down. of course you tried to moderate his drinking (because God knows he's gonna be hung over and upset tomorrow) but with the boys talking to you and joking around you suddenly forgot the count of drinks he had taken.

"ready to go babe?" you shouted over the music once you noticed his slight tilt in the way he walked. he shook his head closing his eyes and letting his body move to the music "nooo, we haven't even partied yet" niall shouted, yet the lot of you were in a circle partying the night away. harry laughed taking another cup of beer away from niall and switching it with water to which he pouted at. "think it's time for y/n to take you home bro" liam said with a smile which then fell into embarrassment when everyone began to laugh. "not like that— gosh, you guys are gross!" liam laughed as louis held his stomach while he wheezed out a laugh. it really wasn't that funny but they were all drunk and childish so really, it was. you rolled your eyes laughing then began to steady niall seeing he was becoming dead weight on your shoulder. "okay we're gonna go now, bye guys, it was really nice meeting you all" you said with a genuine smile which they all happily returned.

the boys said their goodbyes while hugging both you and niall before harry came stumbling over to you along with the rest of the boys just as you were heading out with a much more sober niall (due to the water you basically made him chug down.) you shot him a confused look before he spoke up "can you actually drive us y/n? we're all way to drunk and our driver's caught up in traffic so he won't be here for another hour, sorry if we're bothering—" you cut his rambling off with a hand on his shoulder "it's alright. you guys all get in the back" you said, gesturing to your black mercedes amg off in the distance before adding "and don't ruin my seats" as they scurried off in a race to your car.

you knew this was gonna be a long night once they began to fight over what song to play and liam and louis couldn't seem to decided whether they wanted the windows up or down but you we're glad they liked you and accepted you as niall's girlfriend.

and they too we're glad niall had found himself someone so down to earth and nice as you.

the end! this was a request from my wattpad which you can go follow if you want (@harrysafternoon), i have a lot more oneshots there that gravitate more towards harry but I do have all the other boys on there too.

hope you liked it :) it's kinda rushed but i tried!

[caribbean-gypsy]

Storm it!

Sandy is coming and Niall and I have decided to stay together as long as the storm pass. Being in the States in vacation became a nightmare when Sandy was announced. We where in New York, he was working a few deals related with the band and I was in a much needed break from the running around of their tour. Being his girlfriend, and PA was the most exhausting thing in the world. The point of separating work and pleasure was the hardest, specially when things got hard in the tour and he was in a bad mood, but we worked through it. Coming back to the recent situation we are in, I have told him that he could stay with me in my apartment while the storm pass and he can go back to the UK. Accepting my offer, we went shopping for a few essentials and back to my apartment we went. Arriving at my apartment, I started to unpack the bags when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back against him, letting me feel his growing hardness. A moan trespassed my lips as he kissed my shoulder taking little bites on the way up to the back of my ear. "We should get started on some fun activities to pass the time..." He said seductively to my ear while biting it slightly. "What 'fun activity' do you have in mind?" I said resting my head against his shoulder, giving him access to my neck. "Hm, you will see," he said as his hand traveled south. I could feel myself get wet by every inch that his hand got closer to the apex of my thighs. The anticipation was killing me and his kisses were intensifying by the moment, but as his fingers reached the hem of my short dress he moved them away from my body and grabbing the box of cookies that I was holding on my hand he walked out of the kitchen. Only stopping at the door and giving me a his smirk he said, "are you coming?" And with a wink he walked out of the kitchen. I can assure you that no look back was needed. I was so frustrated that I acted on impulse and following the trail of clothes upstairs I found him in all his glory in my bed. Ready for a night full of passion and thunderstorms.

[narrycitybitch]

Paige, Niall Horan please :) also I LOVE your URL aha

6th one:) 

FINALL ONE SHOT NO MORE! xx 

"Paige!! Lets go I'm gonna be late to the show!" Niall shouted up the stairs. "Okay! I'm coming don't have a fit! I'll be down in a second I'm touching up my makeup" "But babe you're already gorgeous without it" he said. You blushed. "Okay I'm done lets go" You two are in the car with Danielle,Eleanor,Zayn,Louis,Liam,Harry and obviously Niall. Perrie couldn't come to the show tonight. You get to the show and are back stage watching them prepare. They go on stage and you take your seats in the audience. The concert was great. All you could think about was whenever Niall had a solo he would look at you and wink. After the concert you go backstage and tell them how good they did. "Babe, I forgot to tell you that the boys and I have to go to a signing right now so I wont be home till later." "Ugh fine. Then you can find your own food" you said and stuck your tounge out. He came home around 11pm. "What took you so long? I ate like 3 hours ago and I figured you'd be home by then." "I was getting something special for you" he said as he pulls out a beautiful diamond necklace and puts it on you. "It's beautiful. Just like you" He said. You gave him a kiss and enjoyed the rest of the night with Niall.

[1d-imaginesandone-shots]

Torn - Niall Horan

"I thought I saw a girl brought to life | She was warm, she came around, she was dignified | Showed me what it was to cry | You couldn't be that girl i adored | You don't seem to know or seem to care what your heart is for | But I don't know her anymore….."

"What's wrong Niall?" you asked. Niall and you had been really close friends for years and told each other anything.  Tears were welling up in Niall's eyes. You knew something was wrong.  You had somehow figured out that his "plastic" girlfriend had broken his heart. You knew that all she was using him  for his fame but never told him because he was so happy in the moment, so you let it be.

You ask again after a few moments, to see a tear streaming down his face. "Niall…..you ok? Do you want to talk about it?" as you sit on the couch next to him.

He looked at you with red eyes and shook his head slowly. " I'm not OK Y/N," he said slightly choking on his words, "She...she, broke up with me…..my princess….." Even though his words weren't clear, you could hear the hurt in his voice and the way he said 'princess'.  You had always had a crush on him but settled for being a best friend. You hadn't even told the other boys.

| There's nothing left, I used to cry | My conversation has run dry | That's what's going on | Nothing's fine I'm TORN|

It tore you to know that he thought that someone like her was  his " princess". You tried to pay attention to his beautiful Irish accent that you loved so much instead of what he just said.

I'm all out of faith | This is how I feel | I'm cold and I am shamed | Lying naked on the floor | Illusion never changed | Into something real | I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn

You wrap your arms around him enclosing him in a huge hug and to your surprise, he returns the hug and you smile a little.  "Here, tell me all that happened and then maybe we can go and get some Nandos after," you said trying your best to lighten the mood, "Food makes everything better!"

He chuckles a little and says, "As  I said before, she broke up with me. I just don't understand….what did I do wrong?" Tears began to form in his eyes again. "She said I was the ugliest in the band…"

You sat there shocked. How could anyone ever say such things to him? He was just perfect in your eyes. His blonde hair tinged with brown low-lights  and that perfect Irish accent that was so comforting. 

"Niall, if she could say such things, she's not worth it! You are so much better than that! Your princess is still out there somewhere waiting for you to save her," you say feeling your face turning red.

"Not everyone is as kind-hearted and sweet as you Y/N, " Niall said with a small grin on his face, "and you know what? Maybe she isn't as far away as I thought.."

You frowned at this. Did he have feeling for someone else again? "What do you mean Niall?" you say still sounding slightly worried. You couldn't bare to see another girl breaking his precious heart again. " I mean you Y/N," he replied as he looked at the floor.

"What?" you said shock clearly shown in your voice.

"Um….. Yeah well, you have always been there for me when I needed someone to lean on and you are always there to catch me when I fall. I don't think I'm ever going to find another girl like you." he said as he looked up and into your eyes. You were suddenly paralysed as you looked into his gorgeous light blue eyes. "Y/N, would you do me the honour and become my princess?"

Your face lit up and you smiled so much that your face hurt. "Of course, Nialler!"

He laughed as he gazed at you grinning like an idiot. You hadn't heard that laugh in such a long time.  He stood up and dragged you by the hand off the couch and held you in a famous horan hug. It wasn't like another other hug. It was so special and you knew that you were his. You wished the moment would last forever.

"So how about that Nandos that you said you'd get me?"

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Niall went away on tour for 3 months and you missed him everyday.  You were counting down all the days till he came home. You wished you could have gone with him. 

There were many rumours going round on the internet that Niall had got back with the girl that broke his heart.  You knew this wasn't true because you were his princess but didn't dare tell anyone because you were afraid of getting hate.

Then one day, you decided to tune into twitcam where a girl was filming one of their concerts.  As you watch the twitcam, Niall pulled a chair on stage and grabbed his guitar and started to sing Torn in the center of the stage. The boys had let him sing the whole song solo as he didn't get to sing in other concerts.

When he had finished singing Torn we stood up and said: “By the way, that rumour of me and (girl's name) are not back together. I have found my princess and I'm not afraid to tell everyone," he said shyly, "Her name is Y/N and I love her with all my heart!"

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The next day, you woke up and was afraid that you would get a lot of hate because  Niall had told everyone of your relationship. But to your surprise, "NiallAndY/N" and "Y/NisNiallsPrincess" were trending on twitter.   You checked your mentions, shocked again by the support of the fans. There was one that stood out to you, it was by a girl, @(TwitterUrl).

'You are so pretty!! So happy your Niall's princess! Bout time you guys met :) x'

Without even realizing it, there were tears forming in your eyes.

Niall was coming back home in a few weeks, you were so excited. You even had a countdown on your Tumblr blog.

The day was finally here, he was coming home! You woke up early so you could look your best. You knew he'd call you beautiful either way but you didn’t feel it sometimes.

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When you pulled up to the airport millions of screaming fans greet you and crowded the waiting area till the entrance but you manage to make it half way through the crowd. Then there was an announcement that the One Direction plane had landed and the crowd erupted with cheers and screams.

The first of the boys to enter through the arrival doors was Liam who was smiling huge and went to hug Danielle who was waiting for him. Then Louis came through the doors and ran to Eleanor and swung her around while embracing her. Then Zayn came over to Perrie who was waiting and hiding at the back of the crowd because she was afraid that she would get a lot of hate from the fans but Zayn grabbed her by the hand and pulled her into a long hug. All the fans were shouting and cooing in the background and it was a really friendly atmosphere.

There was no sign of Niall and you became really worried. As Harry came through, you pushed through the crowd and walked up to him and asked, "Harry, have you seen Niall?"

"No I haven't, we all got split up while going through border security, Hey, you must be Niall’s new girlfriend! Nice to meet you!"

Feeling a little disappointed that he might have forgotten you "Oh, nice to meet you too, thank you anyways…."

You walked back into the crowd but then you caught a glimpse of blonde hair through the crowd and Niall walked through the arrival doors . Not being able to see you, he shouts "Y/N? Where are you?" The crowd looks around frantically and then spot you in the crowd, they then moved apart as far as they could to leave a space, like a path, from you to Niall and then you could have sworn that time slowed down and everyone disappeared and it was just you and him. Just standing there in the most perfect moment.

He stood there, his famous grin on his face. He dropped his guitar case and his entire luggage on the floor and walked towards you. You did the same. You both meet in the middle and hugged each other and "nnnaaawww…." came from the crowds around you.

"Hello princess," Niall says as you pull apart. "Did you miss me?"

“Wouldn’t the princess miss her knight in shining armour after he saved her?" you reply.

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 Copyright.  @Stephy1D_141317

[narrycitybitch]

Jenny and Niall haha

4th one:)

“Nialler, I need to talk…” you cautiously said one morning as you watched his eyes open from sleep. “Wait, what did you say?” he sleepily responded. “I said, I need to talk.” “About what?” he said And at that point it all came gushing out of you. The night before, you had taken a pregnancy test and with you and Niall being only 18, the little pink plus sign was not exactly welcome. You locked yourself in the bathroom and a tears slowly streaked down your face. They came faster and harder and before you knew it, they were streaking down your face like rain drops. A knock on the door, and you clenched your fists. Holding it all back, you knew it was Niall. A second knock, and he said, “Jenny, you okay in there?” “Yes..” you tearfully responded. With that, he barged in to find you on the toilet. ‘Thank god I hid the test,’ you said to yourself. He immediately came over to your sobbing body and cradled you, asking what was wrong. “I’m just having really bad cramps right now.. It’s my time of month. And you know how it makes me all emotional too…” you lied through the sobs. He held your hand and comforted you and cooed in your ear, “I love you no matter what babe.You fell asleep in his arms that night, and when you woke the next morning you started to cry again. Finally you laid beside him and waited for him to wake. After you bawled everything out and dropped the news in the process, Niall was surprisingly accepting of the situation. “Babe, I know I’m busy with my career and everything, but don’t worry. We will make this work. This is my son/daughter inside you right now,” he said as he motioned to your still very flat stomach. “I want this. I want you. I want to make this work because I love you. I will love this child of mine until the day I do, as much as I love you.”