Harry and Louis have been together nine months when Harry develops a strange illness. Much to everyone's surprise, this "illness" isn't just the flu. It's something much greater. And this something has ten little fingers and ten little toes.

Niall has always been special. They called him different, strange, diseased. But he had visited many doctors, and none of them diagnosed him with anything. Niall was just scared, all the time. Paranoid, some people may call it. He swore there were monsters out to get him, and constantly lived his life in fear, never having the guts to tell anyone what was really happening to him. Until he meets Zayn. Zayn Malik has many frightening features himself. But will he be able to get Niall to loosen up, and for once in his life actually face the monsters who have made his life hell?

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.