❝so there's this dilf at my church.❞ in which niall spots a dilf aka "dad i'd like to fück" at his church and textes it to harry. ©viralbabe 2014

Traumatic incidents happen. This one being Niall's mother passing away. Now he has to go live with his Auntie Anne. Harry isn't the little brat he used to be. He introduces Niall to his friends like a good cousin and little does he know as quick as he introduced them the quicker he'll have to pull them apart. This is one of the suckeyst overviews I could ever make. Trust me I make good books don't let this overview stop you please read.

Where Niall is a gay activist And Zayn despises gays and their lifestyle

Niall is a stripper Zayn just turned 18 and can get into clubs. I think you know where I'm going with that so *wink wink* *nudge nudge* This book is going to be dirty. Cover by: bluemojis

Tied up. That's what he had been for the past three hours. His screams and pleads of help, were all muffled by the tape that covered his pink lips. His hands and feet were tied to a chair, preventing him from running away. The strangers had been looking at him for a while. Their eyes were cold as stone, and their voices rough as they talked. "Move all you want, you're not going anywhere." The tan boy smirked. "You're ours now. You're trapped." // Currently undergoing construction Originally published March 2013

*COMPLETED* "Ever since their last interview in Manhattan, New York-" "There is still no sign of the young pop sensation-" "New York has been under lock down since the disappearance of the young lad from One Direction on August 23, 2012. Millions of people across the globe are still looking for the young-" "If you see, hear, or read, any kind of sign that could lead to the finding of-" ________________________________________ Sitting in the dark basement, the young lad was curled up against the wall. Chains cuffed to his hands and feet, a chain also wrapped around his neck. As he looked up at the broken glass of the barred up window he would sadly sing. Only some words were audible from his dry mouth. "-Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll look up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: "Isn't something missing?" You won't cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...? Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?" Every so often his voice would crack as he cried. The tears passed through his swollen up eyes, as they stung the cuts made all over his face. "No one will be looking for the fag from One Direction. They'll all be happy I'm gone..." More tears would fall from his eyes as the basement door opened up. He knew that his suffering was rather going to continue, or it was going to end now. With his life...

There's a legend about A man and a moon. They call it Man Of The Moon. People always told me that the legend is true but I never believed any of that garbage. But that's in till one night changed my life. I met Him.. He Would always watch me, but when when I turned around he would be gone. I tried to chase him once it didn't work out like I wanted to, he got away. But sometimes when he would stand at night I would watch him. He always stared at Moon for some reason. Every night with a Umbrella. It kind of freaked me out a bit. But I never dared to ask him. One day I finally had the courage to go up to him when he was staring at the moon. I walked turds him and he snapped his head to me. I jumped but he's eyes never left mine. The Question that never leaves my mind suddenly rushed out of my mouth "Are you the Man Of The Moon?" Before I could take back what I said a Deep husky evil chuckle came out of his mouth. Then he spoke "Didn't you know Curiosity Killed The Cat?"

Zayn's always getting high . Niall's always getting hurt . first book in the trilogy © all rights reserved @-mullingaar - WARNING: wrote this when i was really young tons of errors and inaccurate information.. nothing too bad though. just don't judge my writing based of this -