Young Niall Horan Novels & Stories

Niall exclaimed, "Uncle Jason." Jason turned to the young man, surprised to see his best friend's son in the middle of the scene. The young man was not only a nephew he loved, but also a junior he had trained. Since Niall had been selected as a soldier to represent the Kingdom of Ans De Lou in the major competition, Jason Hoult had served as his personal trainer for a week to help his friend's son develop his abilities. He approached the grimacing young man and, gritting his teeth, said, "You ... what are you doing here, young man?"

I dreamily sighed. "Meh," replied Autumn with an eye-roll. "Luke Hemmings is still the hottest blonde hottie. Niall's just a kid." Sometimes I couldn't understand why people disliked One Direction. I mean, come to the fudge on, they were a bunch of cute talented boys. What's not to like? "Helloooo!" I waved my hand in front of her. "Niall is three years older than Luke!" When Luke was born, Niall has already run around breaking girls' hearts in Ireland for god sake.

" Haru said as he went up the stairs. " By the way, what's up with you and Isa?" Niall asked as Owen rolled his eyes and stood up. "Boring" He said and left. "Don't worry, you'll get used to him." Niall said as he saw the look on Nolan's face. "Sure", Nolan replied. "Don't you guys go to school?" Nolan asked. "Nah, I'm probably gonna die before I'm twenty five. It's kinda pointless." Niall said.

He teased. “She doesn’t know yet. At least I don’t think she does.” “Are you gonna tell her?” “I don’t know, man. What if she rejects me because of all the stuff with her parents?” Jack stared at me seriously as he crossed his arms. “She won’t, Rem. Maybe don’t tell her just yet but drop hints. I mean, her birthday is only a month away.” “You’re right,” I said as I suddenly remembered that he was right. Her birthday was only a month away. The wheels in my mind began to turn. I was already planning her birthday. “This is going to be an interesting month.”

I never danced. “Oh, come on, don’t be a spoilsport it’s Niall Horan’s music blasting through the speakers! And that is worth a thousand dances” I didn’t know who this Niall Horan was but for her sake just to match her energy I stood up locking my hand with hers. ---- And I want to tell you everything the words I never got to say this time around And I remember everything from when we were the children playing in this fair ground Wish I was there with you now

I dreamily sighed. "Meh," replied Autumn with an eye-roll. "Luke Hemmings is still the hottest blonde hottie. Niall's just a kid." Sometimes I couldn't understand why people disliked One Direction. I mean, come to the fudge on, they were a bunch of cute talented boys. What's not to like? "Helloooo!" I waved my hand in front of her. "Niall is three years older than Luke!" When Luke was born, Niall has already run around breaking girls' hearts in Ireland for god sake.

He can join the warriors and move with Lyra. “The problem is, I have not told Damien about him,” I finally replied to Luke. “Suddenly springing the boy on him will come as a shock.” “You are right,” Luke agreed. “Besides, I heard they are planning a welcome celebration for their Luna and heir. So this will be a big distraction.” “So we wait,” I said. “When the euphoria of Lyra’s homecoming reduces, we can tell Damien about him. With Lyra collaborating on our story, we can finish the boy’s business in a day.”

- Hozier ******************** Chapter One: It’d been a while since I looked at myself in the mirror. I mean, really studied my reflection. It was easy to judge. I’m a mouse of a woman; 5’0 with short, disheveled sandy brown hair. My eyes are brown, too. Shit brown my brother Timothy always called them. I used to stand out pretty well with my lip and eyebrow rings, but the trouble with working for a big corporation is they don’t always approve of the alternative aesthetic. At least my multiple ear piercings were safe.

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

Even knowing that there was a risk that, in a few years, she would regret having chosen to stay with me, tying herself to a marriage and a child that were not her choice, I would make her mine, definitively, and for the rest of her life she would fight to forgive me. I drove to the venue, barely able to see the street in front of me, such was the speed of the car. As expected, the place was packed with people, most of them young people dancing casually to the sound of a rhythm that mixed forró with electronic music. What the hell was that strange rhythm? Everything happened in the open air, in the courtyard of what would be a large gas station for truckers, the crowd spread out along the par