We crave what we can't have, fall for ones we can't have, can't control our feelings... but that's the beauty in it, despite predicting the coming downfall. "Things forbidden have a secret charm." EDITED. First book I wrote, try not to be as hard on me. Began: 03.2015 Ended: 26.02.2016 Warning: This story will contain mature content such as: explicit language, violence, drugs, death, and sexual content. Don't read if you're uncomfortable. This writing is for entertainment purposes only. All rights reserved ©Zaynsbabez 2015

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

"Zayn," he spoke, smoke leaving his lips once again as he dropped the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it with his dark boots. His hand darted in between us as he awaited a response. "January," I said faintly, grabbing his hand. "Nice," he chuckled, making the first move to release my cold fingers. His hands held a nice warmness to them. "Like the month," he nodded. "I like it." *** » read the sequel here http://my.w.tt/UiNb/y9izHftVhv

Lara's life has been a series of unfortunate events. Everything has gone wrong and due to her elephant memory, it's not like she could forget any of it. But then in comes Zayn Malik who just seems to make everything better. Lara doesn't want to get hurt again, or hurt someone else for that matter. Can she try to open up to this dark, mysterious, and understanding Prince Charming or will she keep running away? It doesn't help that her wretched step brother comes back for an uncanny visit. He demands something that causes great sacrifice from Lara. But she could loose everything.... everything that ever mattered to her.

who would've ever known that one party could change your whole entire life? "don't leave, please." "i wasn't planning on it, mama."

Exchange Sequel Four years later and Ellie found herself in Milan. She's happy but not content. But how could she complain? She's the personal trainer of models for Vogue in Milan, hell she's even dating one of the models. Yet she still finds herself questioning if leaving was right option four years later. Although she keeps in contact with everyone bar Billie, there's been no reason to go back until she receives a letter that bids her back... Finneas and Claudia's engagement party and eventually wedding. Will the celebration of love bring it to her or crush her even more?

"YOOO FIN WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT USING MY-" a girl with silver hair yelled, barging into the bathroom. "Well fuck me, you're not Finneas" the girl said, looking me up and down, drawing attention to the fact that only a towel was wrapped around me. "No I'm not, so get out!" "Woah mamas, you're in my bathroom, in my home and using what smells like my body wash so how about you get the fuck out" Lord help this girl and her audacity.

i caught a glimpse of a girl that lived there and i haven't stopped thinking about her since. she was so beautiful with her blue hair and blue eyes. lowercase intended. finished i don't always proofread, i apologize. past rankings: #2 on #billieeilish #5 on #billieeilish