{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.

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