Is it wrong for me to express this kind of feeling welcomely? Is it wrong for me to even anticipate the thrive of it's bite, the snap of it's vicious venom, the feeling it gives me when it bites into my skin. Tell me I'm psychotic for falling for something so wrong, yet feels so right? Tell me. Tell me, I'm still the same girl I once was before I became who I am today. Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me I'm not going crazy. Tell me that these four walls are not closing in on me. Tell me. Please. // When graduate student, Alissa Lacy applies for what she thought might have been an intern ship of a lifetime, she just finds out how shady her multi millionaire boss // Zayn Malik // really is with his business and how he really earns his money. // A very dark, dark Zayn fan fiction. If rape, human trafficking, sexual material or abuse offends you, this is not a story for you. If you're expecting a bubbly, happy romance, you thought wrong. Read at your own risk

"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

"There's no such thing as soul mates. I mean just because someone is perfect for you doesn't mean you're meant to be with them. The thing about love is that it's unexpected - the best kind anyway."