Burning eyes in your back. The feeling someone is watching you. That's the feeling Niall has had for three months now. Everywhere he goes he can feel someone watching him, but when he searches for that person, he doesn't see anyone. One day, a new student arrives at Niall's school. The stranger is in the same class as him and everything seems normal about the new kid. That's until he looks at Niall and Niall get's the familiar feeling... Eyes boring into his back. "Being with him made me change. I don't want to be the way I am anymore." ~This is boyxboy (Ziall) Don't read if you don't like it.

The wind is something that has always fascinated Zayn Malik. No one knows why he's always outside, smiling when the wind caresses his skin and hair. Never has he said a word. People think he's mute, but he just doesn't want to speak. He keeps his thoughts to himself and the guys in his school don't appreciate that. They think it's funny to bully him. His parents start to become worried about their son. Why won't he talk? Why is he so obsessed with the wind? Does he see something they don't? And maybe that's exactly the reason why...

Niall has always been special. They called him different, strange, diseased. But he had visited many doctors, and none of them diagnosed him with anything. Niall was just scared, all the time. Paranoid, some people may call it. He swore there were monsters out to get him, and constantly lived his life in fear, never having the guts to tell anyone what was really happening to him. Until he meets Zayn. Zayn Malik has many frightening features himself. But will he be able to get Niall to loosen up, and for once in his life actually face the monsters who have made his life hell?

Meet Niall Horan, a teen sensation just trying to look for the "right one" but one day, he gets kidnapped. Plot twist: His kidnappers fall in love with him. Who is the "right one" between his four sweet kidnappers? What happens to Niall when he is kidnapped and loved?

Harry has a hair fetish and Zayn gets a haircut

High school student Niall Horan's life turns upside down when London's most wanted criminal climbs through his open window one night. Trapped in his own home, Niall struggles to keep himself and his friends safe while battling his own mind. While being stuck between truth and lies, right and wrong - Niall must also prevent himself from falling for his captor.

Name: Niall Horan Age: 18 condition: Very fit slave, strong, good muscles, good looks, virgin This is what the buyers get to see on the market. This is Niall's description. He knows that he's one of the most expensive slaves on this auction, because of his good looks and young age. And also because he still is a virgin. Niall get's sold, but his owner is anything like his last. This one is sweet and caring. He doesn't punish Niall when he does something wrong. But there is something slightly familiar about him. Can Niall discover the secrets that are hiding in the mansion? Can he fall in love with the man who owns him?

Niall stumbled back, muttering a short sorry before his gaze landed to the person he bumped into. Zayn. "Its been a while, hasnt it, Malik?" He smirked, a hand going up to his hair, fingers running through the blonde locks. "Three years is quite a long time. How are you?" His voice had gotten deeper, a cold chill tingled through Niall's spine and the boy was pretty sure that the weather didn't cause that shiver. "I'm fine, I'm doing well" he nodded, uncomfortable, his eyes scanning over Zayn's appearance. "Same here" their answers were short and awkward but they both stared intently at each other. Niall frowned, not really having much to say. "Miss me?" The older cockily smirked, causing a small smile to appear on Niall's face. "Haven't changed have you, Malik?" He chuckled, arms crossing over his chest as he breathed a long sigh. "No. No, I haven't." Zayn smiled at the blonde and Niall felt that there was a sincerity to his words that were covering something up. His head was tilting to the side, hands buried in his pockets as he but his lip, waiting for Niall to respond. "Good, I , ugh, don't want you to change." Niall's arms hung loosely by his sides, a faint blush appearing at his cheeks that he'll only blame the cold London weather for. Zayn grinned, "Never" — Need to read the first book (Hungry) in order to read this one —

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...

Like the crow, chasing the butterfly, dandelions lost in the summer sky... *****COMPLETED******