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'Strong' A Niall Horan Fan Fiction

Chapter 10-Revisiting The Pass

Chapter 1o of ‘Strong’

‘I'll let you set the pace
'Cause I'm not thinking straight
My head's spinning around I can't see clear no more
What are you waiting for?’-
Love Me Like You Do, Ellie Goulding

Kayleigh's P.O.V

I woke up on the ground, my head feeling lighter and my body feeling woozy. I looked out the window and saw it was dark outside shocking me since last time I checked it was still early in the evening. I looked at the clock seeing it was half past eleven at night. I stood up slowly and started making my way upstairs. I stripped out of my clothing and just threw on a baggy jumper. I then hopped into bed hoping tomorrow would make the last few hours clearer.


It’s been a week since I collapsed and luckily I haven't collapsed since. I was currently sitting in the local café with Amela, thinking up ideas of what Amela could get Harry for his birthday.

"What about, a cat? Harry likes cats’ right?" I questioned taking a sip of my green tea. I never understood why green tea was called green tea when it wasn't even green. It honestly reminds me of what pee looks like when you don't drink much fluid...

.....Why isn't it called pee tea...?

Amela just gave me a Get-Your-Head-Out-Of-Your-Butt look causing me to hold my hands upon surrender, "It was only a suggestion." I mumbled, pursuing my lips and thinking hard. Amela looked around her and leaned closer and whispered, "I did that one year but I fell in love with the kitten and kept her for myself. Never tell Harry though." She pulled back and I laughed. Only Amela, I swear.

"How about an iTunes gift card?" I asked causing her to shake her head and mumble, "Last year’s present."

"Concert tickets?" I questioned. Amela shook her head yet again and told me, "I took him to 1975 for Christmas." I let out an exaggerated sigh.

If I were a tall, British dude with long untamed curls and a smirk that could kill what would I want?

"Hey, what about skinny jeans?!" I questioned genuinely pleased with my amazing observant skills. I always see Harry wearing skinny jeans and as a girl who lives in leggings, I know you can never have enough of what you feel comfortable in.

It looked like Amela was thinking for a minute before she shook her head, "You haven't seen his wardrobe. The boy has enough skinny jeans to last him seven years without having access to a washing machine or deodorant!" Amela exaggerated. Or at least I was hoping she was exaggerating...

"I'm going to go get another hot chocolate. I have a feeling we're going to be here for a while," Amela sighed and stood up, "Want anything, Kay?" I gave her a grateful smile but shook my head and pulled my phone out of my pocket, "Nope, I'm good thanks." I opened up my messages as Amela walked away.

To: Mr. Sexy Curls



Pleeeaaasssseeeeee Update

Couchpotato Couchpotato

Hm, stay tuned ;)

kayleighlong_xo kayleighlong_xo

So, I finally got to Chapter 14. Niall's mate... is the daughter... of a vampire... uh oh.

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Aw ! Thank you so much! Trying to make it as realistic as possible considering their werewolves :') Thanks xx

kayleighlong_xo kayleighlong_xo

I absolutely love this story. It's a take on something different. I also like how the main girl isn't a stick figure. It's nice to see that in stories.

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