"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."

Hazel Anderson was brought up to become a strong, independent woman and to not let anyone drag her down and change her into someone that she is not. She was told her family history as a story before she slept when she was younger. Zayn Malik was brought up to be a strong and independent man. He was taught to always be himself and not let anyone use him but does whatever felt right in his eyes. His family history was never mentioned and he didn't want to hear it either way. When Hazel, together with her parents, moves to Bradford Hazel's nightmares come to life. Being neighbours with one of the Malik families was never in her plans but it was in her parents. Trying to ignore the Malik's son, her parents enrol her in the same school he goes. Hazel meets the rest of the lads, together with the school's popular girl a.k.a Head Cheerleader, double a.k.a the school's biggest bitch: Sophia Gilbert. She may look like an angel but she sure as hell isn't on the inside. She'd do anything to have Zayn for herself but with Hazel getting his attention, she plans on destroying her even if she loses Zayn without realising. While Zayn tries to get Hazel's attention and show her that not all Malik's are the same, he has to deal with Sophia getting furious over the new girl. But in the end time will take its toll, families are destroyed, friends are lost and your first love leaves and even though they may be gone, they will never be forgotten. They say, first loves never last. Will this love last or is it all a dream? © KatrinaB98

Nicolette Smalls and Liam Payne are what some may call losers. People with more popularity such as Zayn, Harry, Louis, Niall, Perrie, and Eleanor all despise them for some reason. In art class, Monty decides that it would be a fantastic idea to pair up the two best artists, Zayn and Nicolette. At first it's a nightmare but one day, after one of Nikki's explosions, he has a sudden change in heart. Is it all an act, like last time? What happens when Nicolette falls for the new Zayn? (( CURRENTLY EDITING ))

For Lauren, her life is utterly perfect. Well, not entirely flawless, but she's still grateful. She has a job that she loves with all her heart, friends who never fail to keep her sane, and her own apartment which is just a piece of heaven on earth for her. On top of that, she has her watercolors, brushes, and a new cat! Until the universe decided to shake her world a little bit. Enter Zayn Malik, a loud and overconfident aspiring rock star. The first time she met him, it was already clear to her that he's the walking definition of an asshole slash player. Everything just went downhill for her when he came into the picture. Her patience, her sanity, absolutely everything. She has to stay away from him or she will lose her mind very soon. But fate wouldn't make it easy for her.

She was a frustrated student who didn't understand the way he taught Her grades started to drop and she blamed him He thought of a very different way to help her understand, "I'm going help you with numbers but I'm going to need more of your attention, love."

"No matter where I go or who I meet, I will always be uncontrollably, helplessly, foolishly in love with you."

❖1950's❖ It was wrong, so very wrong. I knew that I shouldn't have felt the way I did towards him, but I did. I couldn't help it. No matter how inappropriate and corrupt our relationship was, I could not let go. He had my heart and soul, everything really. The only problem was he worked for my father. He was a servant. A worker. A laborer. Highest rank: #185 in Fanfiction *One of my first stories so please don't hate on it too much!*

In the world of the wealthy and powerful, an angel finds herself in need of protection, she is assigned a bodyguard - a beautiful and mysterious man. A man with secrets, but one who is determined to keep such an angel safe at all costs. She is drawn to him despite her better judgement, some excitement, some light into such a dark and dangerous life. // "We can't," I whispered, being the one to break the silence between us. The air between our faces was so thick it was almost as if it wasn't there anymore, I could hardly take in a breath. Everything was so warm, and the longer we spent like this, our lips just hovering an inch from each other, I became so much more aware of every way his body was touching mine. I hated him. We hated each other. Yet here we were, desperate to touch. "I know," Was all he said in response, darting his eyes down to my lips again, a small smirk on his face. Out of desperation, the way he had already got me so wound up, my body was overwhelmed by too many feelings. My hands travelled down from where I was grasping his biceps, I soothed my palms down his sides, his warm skin, before I was holding his hips, right above the waist band of the grey sweatpants he had on. He let out a low hum of approval, and a slow smirk spread across his face as soon as he realised what I was doing. His eyes met mine again and he tilted his head to the side, almost as if he was trying to figure out what I was thinking. He then blew out a slow breath, and the smirk on his face only grew wider before he whispered, "Fuck it." *** i loved you as icarus loved the sun. *** Start date - May 5 2022 ***

{{ IM THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS STORY!! ON BOTH HERE AND QUOTEV!! SO DON'T CLAIM!! }} He slammed me against the door with such force which caused me to whimper. Tears streaming uncontrollably down my face, i hiccuped a sob. My legs felt wobbly i couldn't barely stand. His body towering over my small frame, his eyes were dark and unreadable. Our faces only inches apart, I felt his ragged breath hit my face. "You are not to tell anyone about this, do I not make myself clear?" He say through gritted teeth. My back pressed against the door and both his hands gripping my arm. I choked on a sob, barely a word came out. His gripped tightened causing me to whimper. "I said, don't i make myself clear." He growled lowly. I whimpered out. "I-I Won't T-Tell "

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