"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

Louis and Zayn. They are fuck buddies as well as best friends. Whenever they need to let themselves loose some steam or just want some fun, they have each other, that is...if they don't have their eyes on someone else. To sum it up, they're both sluts. If they spot someone they're interested in doing the dirty with, they will somehow manage to end up in bed with them, even the ones that are committed in refusing end up falling for their charm or let's just say their 'extreme hotness'. Zayn sets his eyes on the boy that changes into their English class and is prepared to do anything to have that boy beg on his knees for him, or maybe just for him to do something else on his knees for him.

"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!

The name is Alexandra Mikkel, aka Lexi. Age 19, from Portland, Oregon. Carefree, lover, partier and dancer. Those were the words that best described me. My boyfriend cheated on me with the same girl his friend Tom cheated on my friend. My parents didn't care much about me so they send me to London. I live with my uncles now. At first I hated it but then I met some nice guys and I have to say I really like one of them he looked like a bad boy but he is not. I'm not what he wants or what he needs. At least that's what i think. A/N: Feel free to vote and comment.

Harry is a jock, simple as that. He has always been the guy who every other person in the school wishes they were. He is living the 'good life' with his two best friends Louis Tomlinson and Zayn Malik, plus he has all the girls wrapped around his finger. His life revolves around his perfect, straight boy jock image. Then one day out of the blue a bump appears in the perfect, flat road that is his life, and this bump is called Niall Horan. Niall’s dad has been moved from Mullingar, Ireland to Holmes Chapel by his work and Niall must leave his whole childhood behind. Something about his blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes has Harry reeling and soon enough he can’t stop thinking about the new boy that couldn't care less about him. For the first time in his life Harry is trying to win someone over and failing. This angers him and he resorts to bullying Niall. Niall makes Harry feel starstruck, (even though he has trouble showing it) but Niall despises him for bullying him every day and just wants him out of his life. But that is kind of hard to do when he moves in right next to the boy he hates more than anything.

[COMPLETED] ❝Yet− that's not why I killed myself.❞ -_-_- The one where Zayn killed himself and left a series of letters for Liam to read. Copyright © 2014-2015 || boytoys

+Who is Liam Payne? -He's my bodyguard and I love him... Ziam Fan-Fiction

Niall was constantly made fun of by his family, friends and piers about his weight,appearance and personality. They always claimed it was teasing or playful critic. Didn't mean it hurt any less. Niall was 11 when a blade was drag over his skin.He was smart about it,cutting when he was alone, leaving cuts over his thighs. Never did Niall get to comfortable, always wore sweatpants.The weather in England was perfect,never did he have to wear shorts. Liam is a typical high school student,got fairly good grades,his friends were nice people;idiots at times but still nice people. Niall is at the park, sitting in a tree.Looking out at the sunset,his mind going blank. Liam,a boy he only knew from math class,call out for him.Noticing the tree was old and slightly unstable.Niall jumps as he hears the voice, the tree tips slightly. "Please come down"He yells "You'll get hurt." "I already am "Niall whisper ~Written by Niamlovechildren~ *i legit made this when I was 13 so it's so cringy and emo.So stop commenting relating to the cringe because I'm over all of the things mentioned, thanks :)*

There has always been this strange boy living in the neighborhood. He never talks to anyone, he's always alone. He never lets anyone help him with what he is going through, but when he meets Mary Green will he let her help him or push her away like everyone else ? *Copyright* ©

After Harry continues to struggle to keep up with the others, the boys' manager suggest Harry get an inspiration like the rest of the boys; A girl. Harry agrees, not expecting to get much out, but he'll do anything to get his writing-mojo back. But he definitely wasn't expecting to meet a girl like Olivia.