Niall wakes up in the hospital one week later, some things are not the way they were before. He's confused, troubled and things have gone wrong with his body. Niall is different now and he knows it but he doesn't understand how any of it happened. Niall feels as though he can no longer be his best, that he isn't good enough for Harry anymore. But he still tries. And that's okay. (cover by: @louisdontletmego) Copyright © All Rights Reserved 2014.

This is the Sequel to Dark. This is not mine it belongs to han-rawr on tumblr.

"Breaking News: 21 year-old University student Niall Horan has been reported missing just hours ago. Colleagues say that Horan was out in a nearby club with others when he had 'just disappeared'. He hadn't been drunk, having been the designated driver for his group of friends. No witnesses have come forward. Police are investigating the situation at the moment, and believe that this could be linked to the disappearance of 20 year-old Harry Styles. If you have any information regarding this possible kidnapping, please call the number below."

REWRITING!!! In which everyone is born with a soul mate but there are supernatural beings who disagree with it. -- "We're soul mates." Louis stated the obvious. Niall nodded, and felt his heart racing. He finally found him! He was going to finally get his chance at being happy! That was until Louis opened his mouth to speak. "I don't need," Louis took a drag from his cigarette, "or want a soul mate." His words flew out as smoke blew from his lips.

[completed] In which Harry gets admitted to a mental hospital for something he didn't do and writes to Niall as he slowly loses his sanity. // copyright 2014 [short story #243]

"Why did Harry Styles, the biggest man on the planet, choose the tiny, good-for-nothing Irishman?" // © 2014 louisbacon [fanfiction #58]

Niall Horan’s next in line as alpha. Of course, before he can become the alpha he must find a mate. Niall’s only nineteen and hasn’t yet met his true mate. His parents are trying to make him mate with the neighboring pack’s soon to be alpha Zayn Malik. But Niall doesn’t want to mate with just anyone. He wants to find his true mate; his other half. But time is running out and Niall realizes he’ll have to mate with Zayn for the sake of the pack. But then the new boy Harry Styles arrives. Maybe Niall has found his true mate. (Slight Ziam)

"But we all know I can make anyone fall in love with me." "Anyone huh?" Louis nodded. "Well let's make this interesting with a bet. I bet you that I can make you find someone who won't fall in love with you." "Do you know who yet? Stanley looked around until his eyes landed on someone. "Yes." "Who?" "Harry Styles." ---------- Harry is quiet. He never stirs trouble. He doesn't want to cause anymore problems in his already-ruined family. He doesn't have friends because he doesn't want people to know how bad his life is. Louis is the typical pampered rich boy with a large penis. He would literally shove that thing in any one to feel something. Anything. He enjoyed being loved, but could never seem to love back. So when a bet is made, Louis has to make Harry fall in love with him. Harry make Louis feel things without having to have meaningless sex. It was only a simple bet. © larrywanks

"I think we should see a therapist," My eyes snapped up in shock, colliding with the emeralds that drove me nearly insane. I eyed him carefully, wondering what could have possibly brought this on. "A therapist?" I repeated. "Yeah," Harry scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, fluttering his gaze down to the ground. He poked the filled floor with his toe, refusing to meet my eyes. "I know we've... Been having some problems... And I want to work them out..." He trailed off and shrugged his broad shoulders a little. "Okay," I smiled and took a sip from my coffee mug. His eyes trailed up to look at me, locking with my blue irises. "Okay?" "Okay, I'll go to a couples therapy session with you," I clarified. "I love you and I want to... Have a healthy relationship with you." He grinned and bent down to peck my lips, leaving his to linger over mine for a second too long. So that's how we ended up sitting on the opposite ends of the plush, blue couch, not even sending a glance at each other, a few days later. In front of us was an empty, red, Victorian style chair, waiting to be filled with the therapist that would either make us or break us.