Niall Horan Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Don't," "Fine," Hannah rolled his eyes. "Hi...I am Hannah, Liam's best friend and now yours too. Forgive my bitterness, will you? I am a lovely person otherwise," I couldn't help but smile and so did Neil. Hannah can do that for you. She was infectious. "You already know me," Sean smiled. "Wetty pants," Neil's eyes widened as if remembering old memories. He stood up and hugged Sean who hugged him back just as he would hug Liam even though Neil probably wanted all of them dead.

After we finish, Nora and I part ways since I have one more class before the day ends. As I head to class, I take a turn by the hall and see Nolan flirting with another girl. He’s smiling at her, leaning in close, hand brushing her arm. My jaw tightens. I knew that fucker was up to no good. I sigh and keep walking, deciding not to say anything.

"Why should I let you go? See...two years ago it was you who failed my plan of killing Niall and again after two years it's you who's trying to interrupt, why can't you leave us alone? "You tried to kill Niall?" Sarah said in a low voice can't believe. "You won't believe it? Uh!" She scoffed. "I am the villain!" "Don't you remember that night when Niall gifted you a car, it was that day when this story was supposed to end? But-but when I went there I saw you lying inside that car bleeding instead of Niall. Do you even know how frustrated I was. That day... that day I got to know tha Niall loves someone, and the fun fact is, he was about to get married to her." Flora scoffed.

She proposes they travel together, recognizing the importance of this journey for both of them. Her encouragement ignites a spark in Liam, and he decides to take the leap back to Fairytale Pack. They begin preparing for their journey, gathering supplies and mentally rehearsing what to say to Liam’s father and the pack members. On the night before their departure, Niylah and Liam share a heartfelt conversation under the stars, where they both express their fears and dreams, solidifying their bond.

“You’re one of our best students, Ivy. That’s why we chose you. You won’t just tutor him… you’ll make sure he passes. And that he doesn’t mess up his chances of getting drafted into the NHL. Your work will be noticed. Opportunities like this don’t come twice.” I nodded, letting her words sink in. But all I could picture was Ronan Hale… leaning back in his chair, wearing that smug grin, acting like algebra was beneath him. The golden boy everyone worshipped. The one who broke hearts and crushed egos without trying. And now? He was my responsibility. My assignment. My problem. My nightmare. Because if he didn’t get drafted into the National Hockey League, I could kiss my