*Book One* Niall Has Autism; Always has, always will. But he doesn’t let anything stand in his way. From his abusive stepfather, or his careless mother, Niall knows he can escape it all by closing his eyes and dreaming of all the promises Zayn, his strepbrother, makes him. He promises to take Niall away from it all. He swears that Niall will be safe from those monsters they call parents. He’s feed up with everyone treating Niall like he doesn’t mater because Zayn knows Niall has feelings. Even if the boy doesn’t understand why people hate him so much; Zayn knows that deep down Niall is aching for someone to sweep him off his feet and give him his own fairytale which he fills his head with every day. Zarry version: http://www.wattpad.com/story/14947405-louder-than-lions%E2%94%82zarry-stalik-au *Bromance Awards Summer 2013-Popular Ziall First Place Winner* Copyright © 2013, Zialltops & Anonymous43 on Wattpad. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED (Zialltops & Anonymous43 Collaboration)

The summer of 1831 was especially hot on the back's of the Horan families slaves, one in particular being Zayn, the lightest skinned of all the thrall's. And Niall, the younger, more sensible of the Horan's two sons, took a liking to watching Zayn's dark flesh sweat, drip down his neck and across his forehead until he grabbed the hem of his shirt, pealing it off him, the fabric sticking to him which always drove Niall past the point of no return, his mouth watering, thirst rising within him before retreating for the house, were he scurried to his room to pleasure himself. Not that anyone knew that. This was a strict family who stuck to morals and traditions, one being, You do not lust for that slaves...especially not one of the same sex.

Niall Horan doesn't remember how he got this way. Sleeping behind garbage cans and eating out of them when he woke. Maybe it was after his mum died, or the orphanage burnt down, but this is his life. Zayn Malik has never really had it rough? Hes always been the one to excel in everything, (Apart from sports, that is) especially his art. He likes to draw what he sees...and he sees Niall, like...a lot.

Louis Tomlinson non avrebbe mai immaginato che la sua laurea in psicologia lo avrebbe portato a trovare un lavoro in carcere. E non si sarebbe nemmeno mai aspettato di formare una tale connessione immediata e irreversibile con Harry Styles, un ragazzo ossessionato dal ricordo del crimine che ha commesso. Louis non si sarebbe mai aspettato di aver così tanto bisogno di lui, o di innamorarsi di qualcuno che aveva fatto una cosa così terribile. Ma può l'amore scappare tra le sbarre di una cella? ITALIAN TRANSLATION, I DON'T OWN THIS STORY. Credits to http://curly-and-boobear-stylinson.tumblr.com