Ever been a slave to someone who makes you’re life a living hell. Ever Had to do things that will make you want to run and never come back even if it means never seeing light again. oh did i forget to mention i’m gay? and beaten by my fathers new wife. My name is Niall Horan and this is my story.

Narry fan fiction. Don't judge, I know I'm bad.

Harry Styles was just an average teenage boy before he was turned into a vampire out of force. Ever since that day, he had been traveling all alone throughout the United Kingdom. He was in search for the perfect place for him to be. Niall Horan was just an ordinary teenager. He was always up for a party and he was a people's person. He had people who loved him. He lived on his own, but he wasn't alone. He had friends and family to care for. He couldn't wish for a better life. What if one day, Niall runs into Harry? Would something happen? (They are not famous at all, this is also a Narry Storan love story. If you don't like anything about gay guys or the gay smut, this isn't a story for you then. The story is also told in Harry's point of view.)

- Not completed-Do you ever just sit in your room at night and think about everything? Why you were born, what’s the point of living? Are you even needed in this cruel world? Do you ever just think, would anyone even miss me if I’m gone? These thoughts run through my mind pretty much every night. I lie in bed, staring at my ceiling with tears rolling down my cheeks. Normally along with several fresh marks embedded into my stomach and skin. Nobody would ever know though, why would they? It’s not like my family are remotely interested in me or anybody for that manner. Well, I use the term ‘family’ extremely loosely. My ‘family’ basically consists of me living with my uncle who doesn’t even register that I’m living in the same house as him. He basically uses me for the benefits so he can buy more cigarettes and spent more money on prostitutes. I use the term ‘house’ loosely also, I wouldn’t call it a house. I would call it a two bedroomed shack on the rough side of town

Growing up, Niall had a life that was abnormal in comparison to those who lived on Earth. He never could quite understand why he had wings, whereas Earth children did not. In the special schools he went to, he learned that each human is made to have a soul mate. That soul mate is created to balance out the flaws one has, make up for the things you lack. That’s what Niall and his people’s jobs are, to be that soul mate. Unfortunately, it is the job of the soul mate to find the person they belong with in the allotted time their assigned. When time runs out, they're bound to Earth without the ability to love, to be seen by others, to seemingly exist. Will Niall be able to find his partner in time? © All Right Reserved 2015

proclivity pro•cliv•i•ty prō'klivǝtē noun; a tendency to choose or do something regularly; an inclination or predisposition toward a particular thing. Niall has OCD. Whilst Harry thinks it's an act. ❀ All Rights Reserved

Niall Horan never expected to get kidnapped by vampires on his graduation day, much less become a pet of one. He hates that he is taken from his family and friends, but something makes him want to stay with this lonely vampire, maybe its not so bad. Harry is a lonely vampire and all he wants is a companion, he decides to get a pet, i mean why not all the other vampires are getting one, but he never expects to care for Niall as much as he does, where will this lead to and what troubles will he face to stay with him.

Prince Harold Edward Styles of Cheshire, England. A man who makes all the ladies faint, all the gentlemen jealous (and a few faint too) and makes all those under him quiver with fear. They would if he wasn't so kind. Thing is, Harry's not the typical, stuck up prince. And the reason why? Well, Harry's not human. He's a vampire. The Royals are all supernatural creatures. The Tomlinsons of Doncaster are Sorcerers, the Maliks of Bradford are Werewolves, the Queen of England herself is a vampire. The non-royals are all humans, with the occasion of Royal blood finding its way through the line. Niall Horan. He doesn't have a title, he doesn't have a kingdom. No, all he owns is the clothes on his back, which are mere rags anyway. Niall comes from the castle of Ireland, a slave to the cruel vampire Royals of Ireland. Deemed useless by the Queen, Niall is sent off to be sold- and if that fails, killed. Luckily, someone (Knight Paul Higgins of Cheshire) decides that Niall will make a good assistant to the Prince, and buys him as a gift for Harry's nineteenth birthday. Well, let's just see what happens, hmm?

"He's the star and all I am is the water boy." [#1 Fan Fiction. **First Place (Popular Narry) / 2nd Most Voted Story in the 2014 1DBromance Awards (Olympic 2014)] [Going through a 2nd Edit] Cover by: NarryBuddy