You're Mine. Not His. (Narry Storan/Zouis Talik/Ziall Horlik)
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  • Reads 98,303
  • Votes 1,279
  • Parts 20
  • Time 5h 23m
Ongoing, First published Jul 02, 2012
Mature
Okay guys so this story is a boyxboy so if you are not into that stuff (you're crazy if you aren't) then gtfo!!

Picture One Direction. All Directioners know them as super gay right? Everyone is in love with their bromances...but what happens when one of the members of this epically gay band starts having feelings towards someone not in the band? This of course sparks jealousy from this relationship. He must get his man back!

Harry Styles meets Brody. He is sexy, mysterious, cocky, funny, smart, and did I say sexy! When Niall starts to develop feelings for Harry, he will do anything to make him see that he is the one, not Brody. Will Harry see what he has right in front of him? Or will it be too late when he realizes Niall is right for him? Will Niall have moved on already?


"Your mine. Not his" his voice rang in my ears making me shiver slightly. I smiled at the thought of being his, I liked it. No. I loved it.

(Contains Ziall, Zouis, Narry, and Barry)
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Prologue: I look down at hands, which are roped to the chair, and the same goes for my feet. The metallic red liquid, drips of my busted lip, onto my blue jeans. I hear mumbling outside the door, I can't really make out what they are saying though. I really don't remember why i'm here or how I got here, but I have a feeling in my gut i'm not gonna get out any time soon. well I should probably introduce my self My names Niall Horan, and i'm 19 years old, I was just visiting my best friend Liam Payne for the summer, but I now highly doubt i will ever see him again. I wonder what they want from me, it wont be for something good though I know it. I hear the door open, and foot steps coming towards me, I dont bother to look up from my pants. I hear the terrible sound of a metal chair scrapping across the floor. The sound stops right in front of me, I slowly look up to see someone dressed in all black, black skinny jeans, a plain black shirt, a black leather jacket, black boots, yeah you get my point. The boy sitting right in front of me is beautiful, yes i'm gay get over it, brown golden eyes that make you want to jump into them and drowned in pure joy, perfectly styles hair, it looks like he spends a LOT of time on that. "so blondie, your finally awake" he smirks at me, hmm, thats a sexy smirk "why am I here?" I ask sharply, he gets up fron his seat and sits on my lap, "you are here because you are now my..." "your what?" he slowly bring his lips to my ear and whispers "prisoner"