Every single breath he takes around Zayn is a lie. Harry's entire being when he's near Zayn is a fucking lie because Harry never wanted this to turn out like that. Harry never wanted to act like his heart wasn't aching for the love that was taken away from him, for the person that he could share anything and everything with. His other half that had been with him for years and suddenly, there was just void instead. OR: It's been three years since Harry saw Zayn. A chance encounter forces them to bring back memories they were trying so hard to forget. Will they fall down or manage to hold on this time? ORIGINALLY POSTED ON AO3

[Book 1] Everyone loves a bit of Ziall except for a certain curly haired Casanova. You might be wondering why, well it's simple thee Harry Styles loves thee Zayn Malik. But it's not that simple with the Ziall bromance going on and Harry can't seem to keep his jealousy tamed. © 2013 Akshaya

(Zarry Fanfic) Styles brothers. Harry & Edward Styles were twins. They were also Orphan's. Their whole family was murdered in front of them when the two boys were only 6 years old. They were the only survivors. After many years in and out of foster care, the two boys were adopted by The Payne Family. Edward was the quite one. An intricate enigma of mystery and danger. Harry was the younger of the two (even if it was only by a minute and thirteen seconds), and he was polite. Kind-hearted, and a bit too naive for his own good. But that's how Edward liked it. He had made a promise to their father to protect him..and that's exactly what he did. But what happens when Harry starts to develop feelings for Edward's best friend, Zayn Malik? I mean..every Saint needs a Sinner, right? WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN BOYXXBOYY SMUT, VIOLENCE, FOUL LANGUAGE & OTHER MATURE CONTENT, IF YOU AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH IT, DON'T READ. (THIS IS COMPLETELY FICTION,NONE OF THIS REALLY HAPPENED)

The painter Zayn Malik and the writer Harry Styles get to know each other when they become neighbours. After a short time they fall in love, although they are both married. They start an affair with ups and downs (part 1/ Until you came). The Sequel: After Harry Styles has decided on Zayn and travels to London, their new life begins. When the two return home overjoyed, their lives don't getting any easier. Their ex-wives and Louis Tomlinson have had some unpleasant surprises for them.

Five boys gifted with super powers, formed a group known as the Elite Five, and vowed to protect the world against those who abused their abilities and regular old criminals. Every thing was perfect. Until one of them turned Rogue and betrayed them. Not only did he hurt his friends, but he left his lover heart broken and confused. copyright © 2017 by niazddavajkilam

Zayn lost his memory in a car crash that happened two years ago. What happens when a certain someone helps bring it back? TOP HARRY Not edited sorry {No copyright infringement is intended} aka all of this is fiction, I don't own the pictures, gifs, and videos in this story.

{COMPLETED} ~~~ "You're looking in the wrong place for my love, Don't think because you're with me this is real." ~~~ For people who knew what is going on in the business world knew that danger meant Zayn Javadd Malik in a designer suit. A corporate raider, who sets his sights on a company and it's his, by hook or by crook. He sets his eyes on Tomlinson Wardrobes and Harry Styles is assigned to him as his assistant. To his amazement, Harry learns that his dangerously sexy boss is the long-lost heir of the company. And then Zayn did the unthinkable: He proposed Harry with something quite hard to resist.

Where, it all started with a bet. *** M-preg *** Poorly Written *** Under Editing

this follows harry's struggle with his immortality, and zayn's revenge driven journey to finding his brother and making him pay for the pain and suffering he's caused. and their lives together as soulmates. ~ sequel to he's mine ~ copyright © 2020

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.