In this sequel Niall and Harry have more to overcome in their blossoming relationship. Louis and Zayn are still floating around aimlessly unsure of how to move foward with one another all the while Liam just wants to maintain a decent relationship with his new girlfriend. New jobs, new hobbies, and new people who threaten their balance. *Cover Made by: narratore*

Everyone knows of Harry's love for cats. He has one of his very own named Nialler, a blondish-brown Siamese cat with blue eyes. He adores his kitty and Nialler is completely in love with Harry, smitten with his owner. One night, one wish, and a suddenly human Niall turns Harry's life upside down. This story belongs to me. © All Right Reserved 2013

Meet Emerson Lane. A twenty-two-year-old college drop-out working on the 23rd floor of the most successful business in the world. Meet Lafayette Jeff. The owner of Lafayette Inc., the most wealthy and most mysterious man in the world. Offered a promotion to be Mr. Jeff's personal assistant, Em easily takes the higher paying job, expecting to be the little gopher of a corporate big wig. Little does he know, though, that Mr. Jeff is not your typical, billion dollar owning boss. And little does Mr. Jeff know, though, that Emerson Lane is not your typical twenty-two-year-old cute gay man either. Working with the mysterious billionaire, Em discovers more than what the media lets on, the many rumors and mysteries that swirl around Lafayette Jeff, finding out the intimate details of such a strong, confident man. And without him realizing it, Mr. Lafayette Jeff is also discovering the very intimate details of the young and attractive Emerson Lane.

The one in which Niall dreams about Zayn, Harry might be in love with Louis, and Liam tries really hard to keep them all going.

Evan Sudlow is narcissistic, over-dramatic, and secretly gay. Sebastian Amsel is calm, casual, and hotter than hell. Evan is absolutely infatuated with Sebastian, and is desperate to be with the attractive boy. But Sebastian barely acknowledges Evan’s existence, and when he does, Evan makes a complete fool of himself. Evan wants to keep his sexuality a secret, but he finds it becoming increasingly difficult when Sebastian takes an interest in him and begins to tempt him in ways he didn’t think a straight boy was capable of.

Niall is your typical boy next door, sweet, funny, and there when you need him. Zayn Malik on the other hand keeps to himself and does just fine without anyone's help. When Niall Horan saves mysterious bad boy Zayn Malik from getting beaten to death in an alley, they strike an unlikely friendship and perhaps maybe....more?

Haunted. Terrified. Alone. Those three words seem to be the only emotions that seventeen year old Gabriel Adams knows how to feel. At the age of thirteen, when other boys were chasing after pretty girls and playing in the dirt, Gabriel had been kidnapped and molested. Now, several years later, Gabriel still can't return to the normal life he'd lived before the Incident. He's terrified of the dark, and even the daytime gives him anxiety attacks. Gabriel hates being touched. A simple brush against him will set him off into spasms while panic quickly takes over his mind. It seems as if nothing will relieve Gabriel from the constricting, painful claws of the man who'd done him harm, and Gabriel is becoming desperate. That's when Evan Ricci steps in. Evan, a stubborn yet surprisingly selfless teenager, moves to the small, quiet town of Clydesdale Heights. When Evan sees a small, awkward blond haired boy carrying pop boxes across the street while he's bringing moving boxes into the new house, he decides to help him. Things don't go exactly as planned, though, and their relationship begins with a rather rough start. The two eventually learn to bond, and Evan helps Gabriel learn to deal with the psychological consequences of being molested, which eventually blooms into an understanding so deep they can't imagine themselves with anyone but the other. A hint of infatuation sparks up, but not quite yet will the love blossom out like most. Their love will take time. And lots of patience and persistence, too.

"Your name is Kenneth Kentucky and you work at McDonalds?" I glared at him, "Would you like Fries with that?" He began laughing hysterically and I sighed impatiently, waiting for him to stop. Suddenly, he stopped and then, putting both his hands on the counter, staring right into my eyes, he whispered, "I'd like Fries with you." My eyes widened as it slowly registered that Golden Boy McHarden had just openly flirted with me.

It was July 21st and it was SHINee's big concert in Seoul, South Korea in the Olympic Gymnastics Arena. Their SHINee World Concert II was about to be performed live on stage while millions of fans screamed for their names. As usual, the concert was going normal and fun for the boys until, Jonghyun, the main vocalist of the group, had done an unexpected thing to their lead dancer, Taemin! What could have grabbing Taemin's hair and rubbing his lips onto Taemin's skin mean?

"Good, you're early. Perfect. Come with me." From the tour Don gave me yesterday I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. I guess I'm about to find out why. "Make me that wicked cup of coffee you spoke about." God, his accent. "As you wish, sir," I said with a mock British accent. "And what flavor do you prefer?" I asked, looking at the variety of International Delight creamers. "Pick the one you like." His voice was smooth and soft as he said that. I couldn't stop myself from smiling or turning around to look at him. He had his butt resting against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot over the other as he watched me. I felt my breathing pick up at how sexy he looked. My God. He wore high water pants, this time green, and boat shoes instead of loafers. Someway somehow he managed to pull off a leather jacket with that outfit. I don't know much about fashion but I would not even dare to put those two together. I could tell he had really broad shoulders. An image flashed through my mind. I had my hands underneath his arms and my fingernails digging into his shoulder as he backed me up against a wall and wrap my legs around his waist, fucking me hard against the wall. Jesus Christ, I hope Tommy doesn't ask me about him again because he's going to be very pissed if I tell him I imagined my boss banging me against the wall.