{COMPLETE} -Short Story- A killer is on the loose in London. His name is "The Hunter” a serial killer named after the way he treats his victims. He is a cold blooded, heartless murderer with no remorse. Or so, that’s what the media make ‘the hunter’ out to be. Of course, he’s never been caught and his identity is a mystery to everyone. To anyone that happens to get a glance of the mysterious boy, he was a shy boy that could be a model if he wanted to. Then you have a bartender. He lives in a shitty run down flat, works odd hours and late into the night/early mornings. And another thing: he has really bad luck. Warnings: Strong language, Alternate Universe, Boyxboy material, Mentions of Violence and gore, Dark themes This story is a work of fiction. These events have not and will not happen. I do not own One Direction (no matter how badly I would love to) or any of its affiliates. This story is subject to copyright.

When words fail, music speaks. That's how Zayn Malik has been living his life since he could remember. No one really knew much about Zayn other than his talent with the piano. No one cared to know much after they heard him play, not until one man. Niall Horan was a student at the most prestigious university for music. He was outgoing and had the whole campus as his friend. He was an amazing guitar student that all his professors absolutely loved. Will it be possible for quiet to mix with loud to create a friendship? Are there answers to his quietness? Will Niall be the one to find them?

Burning eyes in your back. The feeling someone is watching you. That's the feeling Niall has had for three months now. Everywhere he goes he can feel someone watching him, but when he searches for that person, he doesn't see anyone. One day, a new student arrives at Niall's school. The stranger is in the same class as him and everything seems normal about the new kid. That's until he looks at Niall and Niall get's the familiar feeling... Eyes boring into his back. "Being with him made me change. I don't want to be the way I am anymore." ~This is boyxboy (Ziall) Don't read if you don't like it.

12 April 1934, The Horan family was found brutally murdered in their house. Wife and husband had been gagged and maimed before being shot in the head. Their 17-year old son, Niall Horan, was found in his bedroom's closet. He had been gagged and maimed too, but far worse than his parents. A horrendous smile was cut on his face, his eyes burned away. The murderer was never found. 80 years later, 18-year old Zayn Malik has just moved into the little cottage he bought. It literally is his dream house, in the middle of the countryside, close to the woods. Now he can finally relax on his own, away from his parents and the city... Or so he thought. Not long after he moved to his new house, Zayn starts noticing weird things. He starts seeing unnatural things, nightmares afflict his dreams every night and, what is the tale of the boy, murdered in his very house? Warning: lots of blood. It's boyxboy! Please don't read if you don't like it. This is a work of fiction, so before you send hate, remember 'you can never lie in fiction' Cover made by PartOfMyHeart