Book two of my collection of Ziall oneshots. If you have any requests send them in.

It's not a mistake, it was fate. Niall Horan snuck into a college party with his brother, only to make bad choices that left him in a rare and unusual situation. Zayn Malik is a wealthy, newly graduated fellow. He left his party days behind him and made history in England to being the youngest man to open his own art company that made him successful over night. One day these two complete opposites meet, but will secrets, pasts and presents cause a challenge?

It's not something people plan on doing nor is it something people happily do. It's a way of survival. Zayn Malik lived a life of selling his body to men and women who wanted it just so he could get by. He wasn't happy, but there was nothing else for him to do. There was no one for him. He was just a prostitute. Niall Horan was a rookie on the police field. He was fresh out of training and ready to take on this task at hand. He didn't have a hard heart like most the men he worked with. He actually cared about the people that would end up in the back of his car handcuffed. Is there a way for a young cop to help a law breaker? Is there a way for a broken man to become whole again? Is it possible for one to understand the life of a prostitute?

Niall Horan seemed like a regular boy to everyone at school. No one ever felt the need to ask him if everything was okay, or if his personal life was fine. Little did anyone know how much he needed help. Zayn Malik was a new teacher at the public high school in London. He was looking forward to this new school year, and really wanted to help these students in all the ways he could. What if one day he sees one of his students in a situation he knows he should help? Will he step in and be this student's last hope?

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?

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...

Die Stadt steht am Abgrund. Es herrscht Angst und Gewalt auf den Straßen und nicht einmal tagsüber sind die Menschen noch in Sicherheit. Banden und Verbrecher übernehmen Stück für Stück die Kontrolle. Um dem entgegen zu wirken, hat die Polizei eine riesige Razzia angelegt, die jeden einzelnen Kriminellen den Garaus machen soll. Doch nicht jeder will, dass die Mafia vollends verschwindet. Und inmitten dieses absoluten Chaos stehen zwei junge Männer, die plötzlich vor die eine Wahl gestellt werden, vor der sie immer die Augen verschlossen hatten. Das Überleben der Gang, ihrer einzigen richtigen Familie, oder die Liebe füreinander, die sie geradewegs in den Tod treiben könnte? *** Das hier ist ein etwas außer Kontrolle geratener One Shot, der sich sein eigenes Cover verdient hat. Wer sich also für One Direction, Ziall, etwas Larry und richtig viel Drama begeistern kann, den heiße ich hier herzlich willkommen.

"How can I sleep if I dont have dreams I just have nightmares." Zayn is a well known killer, but nobody really knows his face because he always wears make-up to make him look like a clown. You could call him 'Killer Clown'. He's been in Jail for years but what happens when he escapes and somehow runs into Niall -a barista / lacrosse player ? Zayns not wearing his makeup when they meet and Niall doesnt watch the news. Will Niall find out who Zayn is before he kills him? Was on Fanfiction charts ( #959 ) and Mystery/Thriller charts ( #651 ) xx

Als das Einsatzteam der Horan-Organisation den zur Zeit gefährlichsten, kniffligsten Fall der Malik-Gang übertragen bekommt, herrscht zuerst helle Aufregung und Eifer unter den Mitgliedern. Allerdings wandelt sich diese Freude schnell zu Schrecken, als klar wird, dass der Anführer Zayn Malik es auf Niall, den Sohn des Einsatzleiters, abgesehen hat - und er bekommt IMMER, was er will. Mit allen Mitteln versucht Nialls Vater, seinen Sohn zu beschützen - erfolglos. Doch während Niall im Hauptquartier der Maliks festgehalten wird, fühlt er sich von Anfang an zu Zayn hingezogen, bis sich eine geheime Liebe zwischen den beiden zu entwickeln beginnt. Zu allem Überfluss entstehen jedoch Unruhen unter den Gangmitgliedern, die den beiden zum Verhängnis zu werden drohen ... Fortsetzung: "Revenge"!

When surviving is all you've done for months, you forget how to actually live. When running is all you've done for months, you forget how to walk. When the dead is all you're used to seeing for months, you forget what a human looks like. When hating is all you've done for months, you forget how to love. Zayn Malik hates Niall Horan. Liam, Austin, Harry, and Louis weren't so bad but damn he hated Niall. All Zayn wanted to do was find his boyfriend. That's all he was trying to do. Find him and leave. But Niall looked too much like his boyfriend. Niall acted too much like his boyfriend. Niall was too much for Zayn to handle. He made Zayn wanna live a little. Love a little. But that was the problem. It was the end of the world. There was no time to live. And there sure as hell wasn't time to love.