every time I fall into his hands , I wonder how a person with my strength, arrogance , and cunning could become bound by the magic of his endless perfection.

Zayn thrust his dick harder this time. finding the boy g-spot easily. The boy beneath him gasps and moans loudly. harder please. The boy moans. Zayn smirk and fuck harder the boy taking him to the edge. Both moans and then cum. Zayn looks at the boy who passed out from his mercy. and smiles, a real one. and falls asleep holding the boy. ______________________________________________ Find him, fucking find him in 2 hours. I want him in my bedroom in the next 2 hours. You should not run away from me babe. Zayn think. Zayn jawad malik the owner of indian and American mafia and great business tycoon who don't give a fuck to anyone but find his heart love to one night stand with boy. Find their love story. new book guys.

years of being apart and the year of hell of his life, he finds him again! the past when they could have been official long ago but maybe time needed to heal them both or zayn went through hell with his ex and runs into an ex-bandmate who he loved, and finally got the chance to make things right!

Zarry one-shots inspired by my lovely readers' suggestions and feedback. Mature and Trigger warnings will be posted as I add a new entry. Some may be long, some short. Enjoy! **initial suggestions were submitted on my conversations thread [post from July 11 2025] (if you can find it) If you want to add to that list please see intro page for more details.

"And what about us?" "I'll find you next time."

" Sometimes you're 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You're just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. Also more exciting things like books you're reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don't feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but " mum's " probably wouldn't feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listend everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five minute period where nostalgia is too much and the thoughts of this person you are feels foreign. When you realise you'll never be this young again but this is the first time you've ever been this old. When you can't remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee is done. You are going to breathe in and out, you are going to be fine in about five minutes. " ~ High Wire Darlings (Kalyn Roseanne Livernois)

When Zayn Malik receives an invitation to his ex-fiancée's wedding, the last thing he wants is to show up alone - or worse, look like he hasn't moved on. Enter Harry Styles: a long-lost friend, recently back in town, and willing to play the part of the perfect boyfriend for one unforgettable weekend. What starts as a fake date quickly turns into something deeper, as old memories resurface and hidden feelings stir. But Harry has loved Zayn in silence for years - and Zayn is only just beginning to see him for who he truly is. A slow-burn, friends-to-lovers romance filled with longing looks, quiet confessions, and one very complicated contract.

𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 ... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ... 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 & 𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬.𝑹. 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 ... 𝑫𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔? ... 𝑰𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅? ... 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒅 & 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒎𝒚 1𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 ❤️ ...

*This story it's based in a book "I know. I made it my business to know everything there was to know about you the second I saw you on the parapet." "Because that's not creepy." I let the coffee warm my freezing hands. "Can't know how to ruin someone without understanding them first," he says quietly. I lift my gaze to find that his is already on me. "And is that still your plan?" Gemma's words have haunted me for two days. He flinches. "No." "What changed?" Frustration tightens my grip on the mug. "When exactly did you decide not to ruin me?" "Maybe it was when I saw Oren holding a knife to your throat," he says. "Or maybe it was when I realised the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realised I'm fucked because I can't stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you." My breath catches at his admission, but he just sighs, lets his head fall back against the wall. "Does it even matter when, as long as it changed between us?" "Don't do that," I whisper, and he lifts his head again to hold my gaze. "Do what? Tell you I can't get you out of my head? Or speak directly into yours?" "Either."