Mess with the best, die like the rest.

"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

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ @ʀᴏᴜʟᴀᴅᴇ

After the tragic loss of her parents, Leila Karim abandons her life in Bradford and sets her sights on London. Struggling to make ends meet, Leila is introduced to the world of stripping and soon finds herself working the pole at an illustrious burlesque club called ‘Victory’. Stripping under the stage name Bambi, Leila is thriving until she finds ex-best friend turned pop superstar Zayn Malik in the audience of her strip club watching her undress –four years after the declaration of her love ended their friendship. Cue sultry strip routines, scathing tabloid articles, and childhood love. Will Leila find herself falling for Zayn all over again, or will the driving force that is Harry Styles, win her heart instead? “I am Leila by day and Bambi by night. Although I must admit, being Bambi is so much more fun.” © 2014 windthroughtrees

Skye Noelle. That's what her mother named her. She thought it sounded badass. Through all her life, her name was the only special thing about her. Well, not anymore. Now there was more, so much more. But she didn't want it. She was perfectly okay with being ordinary; she thought special was overrated anyways. All she wanted was to get back to her boring old life. But that wasn't happening. HE wouldn't let her. He, well, he was special too... but in a different way. Skye wasn't sure how different, but she knew he was special enough to know about her... gift? No. Curse. Yeah, that would be more fitting. Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2015 Liz_Vega