[ ziall; completed ] "i am worse than the cigarettes" his whisper is a ghost against my ear. "you know how toxic i am, but you don't care, but it's only because you love the feeling of me on your lips." i couldn't find the air in my lungs to reply, he was right. our love seemed to be destroying me faster than i was on my own. © caumet

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 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...