Two boys, one dorky and gay, the other is the school’s bad boy. They appear to hate each other. But both are hiding major secrets from everyone. So what will happen when they’re forced to spend time together in the last place either of them expected to see each other? Well, read on and find out. :) A/N: This is mainly a Ziall fanfic, but it will also include a LOT of Larry, Niam, and maybe at some point Ziam :)

Name: Niall Horan Age: 18 condition: Very fit slave, strong, good muscles, good looks, virgin This is what the buyers get to see on the market. This is Niall's description. He knows that he's one of the most expensive slaves on this auction, because of his good looks and young age. And also because he still is a virgin. Niall get's sold, but his owner is anything like his last. This one is sweet and caring. He doesn't punish Niall when he does something wrong. But there is something slightly familiar about him. Can Niall discover the secrets that are hiding in the mansion? Can he fall in love with the man who owns him?

Niall stumbled back, muttering a short sorry before his gaze landed to the person he bumped into. Zayn. "Its been a while, hasnt it, Malik?" He smirked, a hand going up to his hair, fingers running through the blonde locks. "Three years is quite a long time. How are you?" His voice had gotten deeper, a cold chill tingled through Niall's spine and the boy was pretty sure that the weather didn't cause that shiver. "I'm fine, I'm doing well" he nodded, uncomfortable, his eyes scanning over Zayn's appearance. "Same here" their answers were short and awkward but they both stared intently at each other. Niall frowned, not really having much to say. "Miss me?" The older cockily smirked, causing a small smile to appear on Niall's face. "Haven't changed have you, Malik?" He chuckled, arms crossing over his chest as he breathed a long sigh. "No. No, I haven't." Zayn smiled at the blonde and Niall felt that there was a sincerity to his words that were covering something up. His head was tilting to the side, hands buried in his pockets as he but his lip, waiting for Niall to respond. "Good, I , ugh, don't want you to change." Niall's arms hung loosely by his sides, a faint blush appearing at his cheeks that he'll only blame the cold London weather for. Zayn grinned, "Never" — Need to read the first book (Hungry) in order to read this one —

HOW WILL NIALL HIDE A HUGE SECRET HOW WILL HE COPE WITH A CRIMINAL IN HIS HOUSE

"Targeting?" Niall questioned, finally glad he could get some answers. "He won't stop 'til you surrender. He'll do whatever it takes. He'll hurt whoever just to have you. He'll protect you, He'll care for you and even though it may not seem like it now, He loves you." He said in monotone but every word hit Niall like a bus. "Who?" He asked again, Harry smiled smugly, staring straight ahead as they turned a corner. "Your on your own for that one" The Cheshire lad smirked and walked away, leaving Niall alone and confused.

Prologue: I look down at hands, which are roped to the chair, and the same goes for my feet. The metallic red liquid, drips of my busted lip, onto my blue jeans. I hear mumbling outside the door, I can't really make out what they are saying though. I really don't remember why i'm here or how I got here, but I have a feeling in my gut i'm not gonna get out any time soon. well I should probably introduce my self My names Niall Horan, and i'm 19 years old, I was just visiting my best friend Liam Payne for the summer, but I now highly doubt i will ever see him again. I wonder what they want from me, it wont be for something good though I know it. I hear the door open, and foot steps coming towards me, I dont bother to look up from my pants. I hear the terrible sound of a metal chair scrapping across the floor. The sound stops right in front of me, I slowly look up to see someone dressed in all black, black skinny jeans, a plain black shirt, a black leather jacket, black boots, yeah you get my point. The boy sitting right in front of me is beautiful, yes i'm gay get over it, brown golden eyes that make you want to jump into them and drowned in pure joy, perfectly styles hair, it looks like he spends a LOT of time on that. "so blondie, your finally awake" he smirks at me, hmm, thats a sexy smirk "why am I here?" I ask sharply, he gets up fron his seat and sits on my lap, "you are here because you are now my..." "your what?" he slowly bring his lips to my ear and whispers "prisoner"

When Zayn was asked to tutor one of his fathers students he had no idea where it would take him. Niall had secrets. Secrets he wouldn't reveal to anybody. When the two grow closer and Niall reveals what he's been hiding can Zayn save him? Can Zayn show him the love he's never experienced before?

I wear a mask I will not let anyone hurt me again, They didn't know me and niether did I. Now I became stronger. Now I will prove those who doubted me, wrong. "I'm not who you think I am"

It'll be fun, he thought. Playing in the woods behind his house at night, an adventure all on his own. Nothing will happen, he thought. Years later, Niall doesn't know whether he regrets that decision. It may be the toxic in his veins. It may just be his own feelings, but, it doesn't matter. He's been caught. And once caught, there's no escape.