A 'PS I Love You' inspired Niall Horan fanfic. 1726 days. 1726 days of made up lullabies and burnt pancakes the morning after, white hydrangeas, pyjama - concerts in the living room, teenage dream makeout - sessions in the back of his car and trying to count the freckles on his sunburnt back only to find a new one each time. 1726 days with Niall. 1726 days of sunshine. Laney thought it would last forever. She thought it would never end. But it did. It ended. Half a year later, he is no longer there, and she no longer his wife, no longer the one he pulled close at night when the pills kicked in and it began to hurt,- but a widow. Niall is gone. And what’s your safe little world without your sun? Nothing could have prepared Laney for life without Niall. Except Niall himself. On her 28th birthday, Laney finds a shell pink envelope on her pillow with her name on it, in Niall’s handwriting. And this is how it starts.

Do you pray because you believe that God exists? Or do you pray because you’re scared he does? † England, 1958: Niall Horan, eighteen year old, humble offspring of a poor Irish family, starts his last year at Saint Nathaniel’s, the county’s most highly esteemed catholic boarding school for boys. Growing up used to the institution’s strict rules, always careful not to stray from the path of a good christian and trying to be a son to be proud of, Niall never questioned the beliefs that were forced on him ever since; no matter the sudden confusion and doubts that start to arise in his mind after an ominous night out. But as he returns to school, he soon notices that things are really changing: Not only the strange behaviour of his best friend Harry, who seems to hide something from him worries Niall. His roommate Liam as well, who was always of the peaceful kind, suddenly gets into trouble for a bloody fight with the new kitchen boy Zayn. Yet, they don’t seem much like enemies when no one else is around. Only Louis, head boy and son of the school’s benefactor, remains reliable to Niall. At least until a secret that could ruin Saint Nathaniel’s reputation for all times surfaces. And then, as if things couldn’t get worse, Niall meets Goldie, the girl with the big brown eyes, pink lips and skin so soft he feels it against his in his dreams. Trying to resist his fleshly desires and his greedy human nature, his lust and confusion push Niall to the edge of his own sanity: And no prayer and no punishment, no whiplash or any other kind of self-flaggellation can exorcise the demons that slowly take over his unholy, wicked soul.

(From Lust To Love) This fanfic starts out as the typical Frat Boy fanfic, I've gotten a lot of feedback on tumblr though and my readers often told me that it turns out different than others and that they really liked it. Niall Horan is the hottest guy in college. Everyone knows that he's just sleeping around and enjoying himself. Caity doesn't like him at all - that's until she gives in and lets him seduce her. From now on things change and soon she finds herself falling for him. some randomly picked and very amazing comments: Anonymous: "i live and breathe from hate to lust, good job on that one.. i just uuuhhhhh like it so much" Anonymous: "I. Absolutely. Love. Your. Fan. Fictions. :) they've made me cry, spazz, laugh, blush, etc. They're just truly breath taking and amazing :)" Anonymous: "From hate to lust is my favorite thing omg you are so good at writing I'm cryin man u rock"

There was a dark side to everyone. Some showed it without fear, some used it. He hid it. Because it was more like a cruel bacterium he carried in his organs. And when he saw her, it germed. She made the hard shell of this ulcer leak. Its poison coursed into his veins as she infected him with her own darkness. Morgan, fallen from the grace of a god she never believed in, runs into Niall, who fell from a popstar’s heaven of sanctity and now fights demons nobody suspects to live beneath the surface of what once was a life saviour to millions. On their way down to a hell made of addictions, lies, sex and pain, both have to sacrifice something dear to their lost souls: One of them loses their freedom, the other one the last remaining bit of purity they kept in a world that doesn’t give a fuck who you are when the lights go out.

There are two kinds of people in this world: those with frozen hearts, and those with the power to thaw them.