They say, when life gives you a second chance you should live it to the fullest but I never did. Being the eldest daughter of my family, I was bound with responsibility that I never asked for. And what did I get in return? Loneliness. Do I deserve it? A hundred percent yes. Life was bearable when I was in highschool, I fell in love with a man. He was completely different from me. He used to laugh more often unlike me, help everyone, and was the diamond of everyone's eye. He loved me a lot, making sure I was safe until one day I broke him, I broke him to an edge where I assume nothing could fix him. Heartbreak is what I gave him in return for his love, care and support. I thought Vihaan Suryawanshi would change after how badly I broke every part of his soul. To my surprise, he stayed the same-except for me. He showed me how cruel he can be for the girl he once loved unconditionally. And yes, I deserve every bit of it. I shattered his heart and now those shattered pieces are piercing my soul. V I H A A N I am trying my best to cope up with everything including my life. Smiling infront of my everyone so they don't ask me what's wrong with me. I did everything possible to keep my brain busy, one of the reasons why I had to shift to another state but what I didn't knew was an encounter with the past. The past I wanted to escape was standing in front of me. More bright. Beautiful. And with lack of emotions in her eyes. Aavya Rajawat was the woman I fell in love with. The only woman who had the guts to ruin me to destroy me to an extent where I gaveup on everything. And now when she is here, it's clear I am not letting her go. I might be a sunshine for everyone but for her, I'll be a nightmare dressed in day dream.

where there's a type of disease that makes people throw up flowers when they suffer from one sided love, and Zayn is one of them.

Where Zayn breaks a pencil everytime Harry breaks his heart. A COMPILATION OF PAINFUL ZARRY ONE SHOTS.

Based on the film and novel 'A Walk to Remember' by Nicholas Sparks Zayn Malik was heading nowhere fast. "I told them I'll arrange an appropriate punishment." Zayn looks up smirking now. "What? Are you gonna expel me?" he teases amused by the situation. Harry Styles knew exactly who he was. Though he was misunderstood. "You don't care what people think about you?" He asked bewildered. "No." Harry replied. Smiling slightly. Dimple shown. Two people who had nothing in common, had everything to learn. From each other. Take a risk. Dare to move. Love is a leap of faith.

Harry hates his English lit teacher but grows quite fond of poetry

Liam asked him last week, when he was drunk and feeling brave, how he knew about Harry, and Zayn was drunk and feeling brave, too, so he told him he didn’t know, that’s the point. There was no crash, no bang, no chase through an airport. It was more quiet than that. Zayn didn’t even feel it, how, from the moment he and Harry met, the space between them got smaller and smaller until there wasn’t any at all.

It's the morning of the X Factor auditions in Manchester. It's raining and Zayn Malik is stuck in front of a guy dressed as Britney Spears. He's ready to peace out but Harry Styles can't wait to go in. He's not being smug, but he knows he can sing, so when the judges say no, he's devastated. Zayn finds him crying in the toilets before his audition and realises that he doesn't want it that bad. Four years later and Zayn's living in East London and about to graduate from Central Saint Martins while Harry's in a band and living in Camden. Their lives couldn't be more different, but when their paths cross again will they get what they want this time?

It's the summer before Zayn's final year at uni and he's got it all sussed. Or so he thinks until he meets 17-year old Harry and realises that he doesn't know a thing.

AU where Zayn’s a journalist who finds rock star, Harry Styles, passed out outside his motel room. (Smut with a capital S, so if you're used to my usual stuff, proceed with caution.)

Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now that he’s sitting in the dim bar of another hotel he won’t sleep in, the ice melting in his £18 gin and tonic. He doesn’t even like gin and tonic, but it’s all part of the game. And it is a game. It has to be, because if it isn’t that means he doesn’t enjoy it and he does.