Zayn Malik is the 'Popular Kid' at his high school. To his peers he is a God and to his teacher's he is one of the most deviant students they've had in years. All of his teachers hated him especially his new English teacher, Mr. Horan. But when Zayn uncovers a secret about Mr Horan, how far is he willing to go to stop him from telling?

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...

Zayn Malik, the new teacher in the school. Niall Horan, the naturally charming Irish student who suffers from Alzheimer disease. Liam Payne, the overprotective and intimidating boyfriend. Put them all together and you have yourself a complicated relationship. ________________________________________ ''Yes, I like you...'' I look down at our intertwined hands, and can't help but smile softly. I liked his touch-it was subtle, soft... gentle. I liked it. A lot. I wonder if all his skin feels like this. ''I can't help but feel responsible for you, though. I feel like I should protect you. Help you.'' I swallow, and feel myself getting unexplainedly, uncontrollably nervous. ''I'll keep an eye on you especially. More than a teacher, you know?'' ''What, like a project?'' Niall chuckled, running a finger over my knuckles, which sent a ricochet of hot, prickly, overwhelming shocks up my arm. I don't take my eyes off his hand while I murmur, ''Yes. Project Horan.''

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

||THE FINAL BOOK IN THE HAPHEPHOBIA SERIES|| Niall and Zayn are finally living their happily ever after, but it won't last forever. People from their pasts come back into the picture, new problems arise and everything goes to shit. Can Niall and Zayn survive, or will their demons drown them? Copyright © 2013 Ocaen

Niall likes to play pranks on his parents. But when his pranks went to far... His parent decides to play a huge prank on him. By sending him to a Gay Community College.

Cuts raced up and down his arms, over more scars caused by a razor. As he lied on his bathroom floor, the blood dripping off his arm, painting a picture on the floor. He got to his feet; slowly and trying not to make a noise. He had relapsed, and hard this time. It was over five months ago when he stopped cutting; but today he just felt to low. The voices inside his head got to loud, and he needed them quiet. He washed off his arms, them cleaned up all the blood and wrapped his arm up. He walked out of the bathroom, head hung and shoulder dropped as he pulled down his long sleeve jacket and return to the boys. He had to be brave, but he also needed someone to save him. He was falling to pieces, and needed someone to super glue him back together and protect him. He was Niall Horan, and he needed a super hero. [Completed; 1-19-2014 ] © wxnderlessdreams 2014

"I'm sorry you had to see that, kid. Just look into my eyes and you'll forget everything, okay?", the blonde guy said. I tried to move but something was restraining me. Literally. I can't make any movement at all. I was frozen right on the spot. I didn't know vampires could also control people. No, I mean. I knew they could but I had a pendant that dad gave me to make me immune to their powers and abilities. Why isn't it working? My eyes failed to avert from his gaze, I was helpless. He pressed his index and middle finger against my forehead as his eyes turned into those that I feared the most. "Goodbye, kid. See you around.", the beautiful vampire's apologetic face and vermeil eyes were the last things that I saw before everything went black.