It was always under repair - his heart, his aches, his feelings. As Zayn walked down the old lanes covered in moss, he felt himself a petal falling out from the flower, which was always looked after by someone, and that someone was not there anymore. He felt the count decreasing - from five to six, then to two, and now to zero, just like him. Despair, what to call it more, he asked it enough times, not knowing how to answer. " We will figure this out " - the compromised words, " You are the quiet one " the giggled conversations, it was not there anymore... To travel down Wolverhampton, to go in search of that someone whom he lost, to find the broken pieces and fix himself, Zayn found darker, greyed-out sceneries, and scattered memories. He remembered wrapping his arms around Liam, running down the Bradford sideways arm in arm, how his Dad used to pat his shoulders, and many more. Will he be able to accept the change he beholds, will that someone be able to accept Zayn?

LOVE, GLASS DOORS and ... RAINBOWS They both have traveled from the stages of being caged to stretching their wings out, from being suppressed to emerging into who they are, from being told a love like this would never last to love is never wrong. One cut down his wings so the other could fly, a sacrifice for the same colored love. Both didn't know how to un-fall in love, they turned to be completely paralyzed in loneliness, no more arms around each other's shoulders, always a distance between, it grew, intensionally it was meant to be grown even when none of them wanted it that way. Will they be able to survive the already written standards of the society, will they be able to recall what love once was, and will they be able to reunite?

It's no lie that Harry Styles has had a major crush on the bad boy Louis Tomlinson for quite a while now. Even though he knows he has no chance with the punk, it doesn't hurt to dream. But only now, it's not a dream, and he really wishes it was.

❝I'll fûck you like a dirty little słut and take care of you like the lovely princess you are.❞ ❝Yes, please daddy.❞ or; zayn's the mafia boss' eighteen year old son who gains feelings for a twenty-two year old car mechanic. warning: can be cringey at some chapters, you have been warned.

"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

Disclaimer: This is just fanfiction and is written only for entertainment purpose. I do not intend to hurt anyone's feelings. The characters mentioned have no connection with the real-life actors. Summary This is the prologue, just to give a background of what is about to be unraveled. Star_plus sends out emails to the people they want to take part in the 2019 International Mini screen festival. This is set during the International Mini screen festival. of 2019.