Liam has worked at the diner for a year, and practically grown up there, but he's never met Zayn before. In the small town that Liam lives in, he thought he knew everyone, and finds himself enjoying the newcomers company. As for Zayn, he finds himself never wanting to leave the small town, even though he knows he had obligations elsewhere. The boy at the diner is far too handsome and intriguing for Zayn to resist. What happens when you meet someone you can't leave behind? Will Zayn drop everything to be with Liam? Or will this small town push him away? This is a Ziam fic! Some Larry on the side. (Purely Fiction)

❝Children Of The Night, come out to play; for it is night time.❞ They stand dark and tall, with their cigarettes hanging from their lips, their eyes cold, their body wooden. Usually, their back faced you, and if you were lucky enough to see their face, they kept a cold front, steely eyes and thin, harsh lips. Their tough exterior was impossible to crack, and legend had it that they never smiled. It was predicted that they were the most beautiful of people, yet the strangest and most peculiar, too. But no, they're not vampires, nor warlocks - not even werewolves. They are the Children Of The Night, and they are your worst and best nightmare, all at once.

Young Liam Payne was left as an orphan at a young age and was forced into an orphanage, little did he know was that the Styles family was going to choose to adopt him and well, his step-brother, Harry Styles, has a very handsome best friend with the name of Zayn Malik. Liam Payne has always had a crush on him since he first laid eyes on him, but when Liam was fifteen, Zayn moved away. What happens when Zayn randomly come back to visit Harry? Will Liam still have feelings for him?

Liam Payne is just your average fire-fighter. Strictly devoted to his job and loves it. His life is busy... but eh. He loves not having distractions. But maybe girls setting their kitchens on fire just so the sexy fireman can arrive and put out 'their' fire... yeah, that's not so average. Now comes in Zayn Malik. He's your typical peeping tom, the typical loner, perverted guy, who you never ever want to be neighbours with. Ever. And when Zayn, during one of his usual afternoons (that consisted of casually stalking- er- observing his sexy curly-haired neighbour from the crack of his curtain) notices said neighbour's house catch on fire, he's a bit shaken, naturally. But oh boy, that shake was nothing. 'Cos when Zayn lays his eyes on the sinfully sexy fireman that gracefully jumps out of the red fire truck, amidst the chaos, his arm muscles rippling, and the sturdy white hose grasped tightly in his strong and agile hands... yeah. Zayn simply can't help but eye-rape the hand-crafted masterpiece of God. Zayn is literally shaken, and not in the bad way. And now... why the fuck is he having morbid thoughts of setting his house, and especially himself, on fire? (Mainly Ziam, with slight Narry/Nouis.) (Highest Ranking: Humor #56 and FanFiction #124 on 23 Feb 14) © Copyright: All rights reserved. || zarrycupcake

Whilst Biology was never considered to be Zayn's favourite subject, he's sure he's going to have to reconsider, what with the almighty Mr. Payne teaching the class. How had he never noticed the impossibly sexy man before? [Warnings: smut, boyxboy action, major feels and a tendency for over-arousal, spanking, and probably some bondage. And a threesome.]