Mr. Liam Payne returns to society just in time for the marriage season, where duty dictates that he must soon determine the fate of his sister's future by approving a most advantageous husband. His every thought is bent towards propriety, his every action guided by the strict lessons of upbringing and honour. Yet, when Mr. Zayn Malik enters the scene, Liam finds his careful composure shaken, his well-ordered mind unmoored, and the dictates of custom forgotten in the wake of emotions he had never before permitted himself to feel. As whispered affections grow perilously near to confession, hearts become ensnared in attachments that defy both expectation and decorum. What begins as curiosity threatens to blossom into forbidden longing, and secrets, once safely guarded, become burdens too heavy to bear. But in a society where reputation is currency and indiscretion may spell ruin, whose pain shall be revealed first? And in this dangerous contest of affection and time, when truth can no longer be withheld, who shall emerge triumphant-and who shall stand to lose all? Written in collaboration with Savia (aka eyebrowslitslut)

A Ziam AU where Liam Payne and Zayn Malik had struck a deal before they got married-no kids, no tantrums, no lullabies until sunrise, and absolutely no messy finger paints ruining the creamy walls they'd agonized over for weeks deciding the perfect shade. For ten blissful years, the pact held without strain... until one fateful evening at Zayn's parents' residence, where his stepmother-Liam's college rival a.k.a. Zayn's ex girlfriend-approached with a sugary grin and a cutting remark: ten years had passed, and still, no heir to the Malik name. Driven by jealousy, rage, and desperation, Liam went for a daring gamble he had never entertained, one that would soon explode in his face, leaving him to deal with the shrapnel of his own recklessness. This story may or may not feature Mpreg Liam Payne. Top Zayn Malik x Bottom Liam Payne

The word fame itself has so many limitations, bad effects in life, love and relationships!

One wrong picture. One unreadable reply. And suddenly, Liam Payne's world is no longer his own because his boss, Zayn Malik, never lets accidents go to waste. *** Or the one where Liam accidentally sends his boss a dickpic. Read further to see what happens next! ;)

"Why do you love me?" "What do you mean?" "I have all these scars, littering my face. Imperfections. And you're nothing but beautiful." ---------- The car crash changed everything for Liam. The scars he earned chased away all of his friends, his confidence, and his own reflection. When he meets Zayn, an artist who's visiting town for the year, he is put off by the man's kindness and acceptance of Liam's appearance. However, he learns to trust him along the way, developing feelings that go beyond friendship.

It is what it is. A collection of Ziam oneshots written by me. Features Top Zayn Malik and Bottom Liam Payne. Sorry not sorry!!!!!

"I've been writing this since the first day I've met you Li" [completed]

✓Completed There was so many expectations for me when I moved into a new city with my best friend, but the last thing I expected was to fall for a blind boy who may or may not hate his own existence. Curiosity is what lead me to him, curious to get to know about him, curious to know why he pushes away people, curious to know why he feels like he deserves to be bullied....but when I finally manage to break through his barriers, I realized I want to do anything to protect this boy from the cruel world and treat him with the love he deserves. But I don't know how he will react, embrace my love or push me away completely....

jaan▪︎जान ; life [literal meaning]. my life, my world, the centre of my universe. [as an endearment] 'you're my jaan. how do you expect things to be right in my world when you're not okay?' ♤♡◇♧ It all starts when Emir Zayn first notices a cherub-faced young man at his brother's wedding and decides he must have him. What starts off as an insensitive dowry request devolves into love, betrayal and utter chaos. But then, the path of love was never meant to be smooth, was it?