if you've ever read fifty you'll see how I got the main idea of Zayn being a rich God from there. I've read too many fanfics so if there's any similarities with anything, I swear it's just a coincidence, I didn't steal anything. was rated r, so if you're not into that kind of things I won't recommend you this story, and if you'll like to read, thank you and i hope you like it! xx

One Direction Who? What 17 year old, Shay, doesn't realise, is that she has met a very special someone. only she doesn't know it. Now falling for a guy she only met once what happens if she likes who she didn't know instead of the guy that the whole world knows? Knocked off her feet, uncontrollable tears and a few laughs later, Will love prove to be stronger than anything else, or will her world be turned upside down leaving a heavy burden on her shoulders? Cover By: @Kidraul_Selena Thank you so much for the lovely cover<3

He seems to be something more than I originally expected. He is quiet, yet somehow confident. Intimidating for sure. I have been viewing him, as of now, as the one who's probably had a rough life. Maybe I'm right, and maybe I'm wrong. There is something so frightening about him, so dangerous about him, yet... What?

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

"It's complicated." "It doesn't have to be." In which they're both in too deep to pull out now. © charismatize [2016]

what if you found your true loves journal?

an unexpected nine months of growth and development. ; copyright © tobi. 2016 [#2 in fanfiction] STARTED : MARCH 7, 2016 FINISHED : OCTOBER 15, 2016

Late night Phone calls between a boy living the dream and the girl he left back home.

"Zayn, the stars don't come out in a city that never sleeps." In which two people must help each other pass a night class in New York City. © charismatize [2015] [fanfiction :: #263]

❖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!*