Niall Horan X Reader Novels & Stories

“I hate this. I want to be immortal again.” Hale shifts next to me, tilting his head down to he can examine my face. The weight of his hand behind me presses into the bed, inches away from touching me. “And you will,” he murmurs. “I may know of a Gaze Reader.” I twist to gave him, stunned. “Seriously?” “Yes. I didn’t want to get your hopes up, because she is not always the most…gracious person out there,” he explains, ruffling his hair with his hands. It’s so fluffy and wild when he’s just awoken.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

It was Mother-Grief. ​"You talk about the 'Fans' like they’re a swarm," Nora shouted, her flute glowing with a violent, unstable white light. "But the Readers... the real ones... they didn't vote for a Re-Boot! They voted for Us!" ​She raised the flute to her lips. She didn't play a melody. She played the "Song of the Un-Published." She reached into the golden soil—into the very essence of her father—and pulled out the raw, un-edited pain of the 129 chapters they had survived.

Instead, we talked softly about little dreams — what he might do after hockey, places I’d always wanted to travel, silly things like what kind of dog we’d get if we ever lived somewhere with a yard. It felt so normal. So right. Until my phone started buzzing nonstop on the coffee table. I picked it up, frowning at the flood of notifications. Messages from old colleagues. A few from friends. Then a text from my best friend back home: Girl… have you seen what’s online? A cold feeling settled in my stomach. I opened one of the links she sent. The headline hit me like a slap: Who Is Ronan Hale’s Mysterious Live-In Girlfriend? Sources Say She’s His Physical Therapist