"Tonight you're mine, baby." It started with one guy, then there was two, later it became three before Liam knew it: There were four guys after him. Four boys that wanted him. Four boys that were possessive. Four boys that had a piece of his heart. But those four boys we're also his lovers. Oops! Did I forget to mention Liam's in a relationship? My bad. Inspired by: Does He Know?

Niall Horan has done the impossible. He's fallen for a killer. Zayn Malik has one mission: to get rid of Niall and those close to him. When these two conflicting interests collide, the pair of boys find themselves in a war between the heart and the mind. Which one will win depends on which emotion--love or greed--can win the battle.

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.

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"

Louis Tomlinson was going for a quick walk after a fight with his girlfriend Eleanor Calder, that was when he saw him. The beautiful boy playing the quitar and singing along. His jacket was about two sizes to small and there were holes in his clothes, yet he was smiling as he sang. It was then he noticed the guitar case open at his feet and multiple dollar bills laying inside it. He tried to imagine a way to help him, but what could he do for a homeless boy?

Louis loved his job. Teaching theatre and performing arts was always his dream. But when high class new music and fine arts teacher, Mr. Payne, moves into the room beside his, tensions rise, dominance is fought for, and sexual desires become realized. Will Louis be able to resist Mr. Payne's charms? Or be drawn into a sensual battle that he won't win? Find out in All's Fair in Love and Arts!!

Niall is part Kitty, complete with a Calico tail, Pointy ears and raging hormones, who puts them into action on a trip to London. After the Kitten earns himself a place next to the school prick; uncovering his secrets and fears, they start a new life, one filled with twists and turns of Zayns past, And two little kittens that run a muck all around the city of Rio De Janeiro. Copyright © 2013, Zialltops on Wattpad. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

*NOT FAMOUS* Harry is a hybrid-cat; he has certain feline characteristics that are easy to hide most of the time. But when Niall moves into Doncaster, his inner kitty wants to come out and play.

It was simple. I'm Niall Horan, popular for being a fag and he's Louis Tomlinson, popular for being perfect. Everybody thought he was never gonna fall for me, and so did I. But apparently, I thought wrong.

23 year old Louis Tomlinson was a well-known cop in the city of London. He was recognized and respected by almost everyone. Criminals feared him. All criminals, except one-21 year old Harry Styles. Harry was a troublemaker. You name it, chances are, he's done it-graffiti, shoplifting, possession of illegal substances, things of that sort. His father, a wealthy businessman, charms Harry's way out of being convicted, no matter how many times he's been arrested. But that all changes when Louis is stationed in Holmes Chapel. These two keep meeting up, and almost never on good terms. Strange feelings arise for both of the men. But a cop can't love a convict- right?