"roll up your sleeves Zayn" tw • self harm • abuse • anorexia • depression • suicide attempts • more to come {i restarted this story because my tops sounded like bottoms oop} started : october 29, 2018 finished : june 19, 2020

Louis has always lived a dangerous life. Now he's trying to lay low, but he has to admit that being alone is a struggle. He never wants to get attached to anyone because it would risk their life as well, but he just can't help feeling something for the boy next door. The boy that loves flowers. The boy with all the roses. Someone so innocent, it would absolutely kill him to ever put him in danger, but love is a dangerous game.

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he's found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is. (please keep in mind that this has not been edited as I am just posting it over here for the people who asked for it)

"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

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

It's the little things you're supposed to enjoy. When the sky is any color but blue or when the sun shines. But Zayn Malik... He didn't enjoy anything. Hell, he was going to die one day so why the hell get your hopes up? Zayn just didn't care about his life. He wasted it on drugs, sex, alcohol, and bumming money of his friends. But it seems to be the complete opposite for Niall Horan. Zayn didn't get the fucking idiot, maybe that's why Zayn enjoyed his presence. Niall loved everything. Every little thing. The silent beat of a butterfly's wings made his day. Zayn just didn't get him at all. But Niall got Zayn. He knew what Zayn felt and Niall knew that Zayn could be helped. But maybe Zayn wanted help. Zayn never really knew someone so happy could have such a horrible life like Niall. Maybe somewhere in there is when they fell in love. Maybe that's when Zayn can finally learn to enjoy the simplest things. Like the silent beat of a butterfly's wings.

where zayn tries to seek for redemption that he doesn't deserve and sends liam letters after cheating on him, always signing off with; 'love, cheater' to add to the little amount of sentiment he withholds. -- © A. WARNING: includes mentions of self-harm, m-preg, abuse ALSO, I wrote this book when I was a naïve 13 year old loser who had very limited knowledge about human emotion, triggers, and my perspective was extremely narrowed down to wattpad fanfiction. this story contains a lot of triggering material. please read with a grain of salt.