Before I met Zayn, my life wasn't so happy.
I was an Irish boy, living as a prostitute on the streets. I had come out to my parents, and they's resented me. Said I was filth, and threw me out in fear my brother, Greg, would become like me too. I was alone on the streets that night, and I was sure that was going to be my end. Until Zayn, in his black Prius, came up to me and saved me.
My name is Niall James Horan, and this is the story of a golden-eyed angel.
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