Lurking in the deep shadows of Bradford, Zayn Malik, the worlds best serial killer is waiting for the perfect to kill. As he starts to stalk the young journalist, Niall Horan, he starts to feel something - that he has never felt before. Niall Horan, taking on his biggest challenge ever. Showing that, even fresh meat can succed, but is he too fresh for the job? copyright of WouldntLast_1Day & Guy_DirectionersRock

Liam shouldn't like him. Hell, he didn't like him at all. But his sister, Perrie, did. But what happens when Zayn makes a turn to Liam secretly? Will he betray his sister because of what his heart wants? This includes secrets, lies, and lots of action.

Liam Payne is just your average fire-fighter. Strictly devoted to his job and loves it. His life is busy... but eh. He loves not having distractions. But maybe girls setting their kitchens on fire just so the sexy fireman can arrive and put out 'their' fire... yeah, that's not so average. Now comes in Zayn Malik. He's your typical peeping tom, the typical loner, perverted guy, who you never ever want to be neighbours with. Ever. And when Zayn, during one of his usual afternoons (that consisted of casually stalking- er- observing his sexy curly-haired neighbour from the crack of his curtain) notices said neighbour's house catch on fire, he's a bit shaken, naturally. But oh boy, that shake was nothing. 'Cos when Zayn lays his eyes on the sinfully sexy fireman that gracefully jumps out of the red fire truck, amidst the chaos, his arm muscles rippling, and the sturdy white hose grasped tightly in his strong and agile hands... yeah. Zayn simply can't help but eye-rape the hand-crafted masterpiece of God. Zayn is literally shaken, and not in the bad way. And now... why the fuck is he having morbid thoughts of setting his house, and especially himself, on fire? (Mainly Ziam, with slight Narry/Nouis.) (Highest Ranking: Humor #56 and FanFiction #124 on 23 Feb 14) © Copyright: All rights reserved. || zarrycupcake

quirk-y: characterized by peculiar or unexpected traits. ❝ But you're a trouble maker. You're an outcast in society. ❞ ❝ And you're not? ❞ ❝ Touché. ❞ [Starting After I finish SBWHS and SBMS]

People are scared of me. Scared of my appearance Scared of my touch Scared of my presence Because I am a freak I didn't ask for this 'gift'. I didn't want to freeze everything I touch. But this is who I am. Hated... So I ran away. ~ Niall Horan, the ice boy. Only looking in his eyes would tell you that he is something special. The extraterrestrial icy blue colour, blond hair and pale skin are dead give-aways. And special he is. He has a heart of ice. Everything he touches freezes instantly. But people hate him for it, think he's a mistake of nature. Even his own parents. So, he ran away. With no money and just a backpack filled with clothes, he travels through the country, thinking he's the only one with a gift like this. Oh boy, was he wrong...

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

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.

Bruised skin, peeled lips, and swollen eyes were what Zayn would see in a mirror. His reflection held a tortured man, whose heart had been shattered by his aggressive boyfriend Harry. He longed for someone to love him, someone to hold him with care. A gentle touch to mend his pieces and unite them so they could to be a whole once again, was what Zayn most desired. With these desires Zayn is clawed with temptation when he meets a young attractive man at the bar. Not any man but the bars finest stripper, Liam Payne. Will Zayn stay true to his abuser, or fall into a burning love with the stripper?