Isolation is easy. Harry was alone by choice. Until the night the sky split open and left him with something-someone-he couldn't ignore. Fear told him to walk away. Curiosity made him stay. But it was something else entirely that made him fall.

‘Be my friend; hold me wrap me; Unfold me; I am small and needy. Warm me up and breathe me…’ Warnings: OOC, (Implied) Rape

"No, you don't get to do this." He looks at him angrily. But there's also a tinge of sadness behind those green eyes, Zayn can see that. Because even after all these years, he can still read Harry like an open book. "Do what?" Zayn asks softly, even though he knows the answer too. This isn't hurting him any less, but he knows they need to talk. He knows, if they can't get back to what they used to be, at least they need closure. They both deserve it. "This." Harry gestures the space between them with his hands. "You can't just pretend the last 3 years never happened Zayn. Because they did, and it hurt like hell." "I'm not pretending anything Harry, but I think we both know we need to talk." **** Or, where Zayn and Harry meet after 3 years and there are still some things they need to talk about.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬. Zayn's the one who has everything you need, the one that everyone desires, provides both business and pleasure to men and women, but he has one strict rule; he doesn't do relationships. Harry is beautiful, flamboyant, annoyingly charming, and just so happens to be Zayn's best customer. But what happens under the disguise of lust when Harry starts looking to buy something that's not for sale? Will Zayn be able to put a price on emotion? • Zarry AU in London and Los Angeles • Contains some violence, drug use, drinking, strong language, mental health issues, and explicit sexual scenes Best Rankings: #1 in zarry #1 in bottomharry Completed November 2020 | V

[COMPLETED]. In a blink of an eye, Harry the stripper has become future Mr. Malik. [Love, Hate, Family Business, A lot of Stupid Humour (A LOT), some Sad stuff, some Happy stuff, some Good Luck and a lot of Bad Luck... in other words, just like Life?] ● This story is quite intense. ●● Mention of Rape. ● Mature content.

Zayn Malik and Harry Styles built a life most people only dream of: married, successful, and raising their six-year-old son in a home overflowing with love. But when Zayn's business entered a critical stage, endless travel and late nights left Harry feeling like he was carrying the weight of their family alone. No matter how much Zayn tried to hold on, Harry's patience wore thin, and the divorce papers followed. Now their once-unbreakable love is reduced to co-parenting schedules and carefully polite conversations. Zayn is haunted by the question of whether the man who was once his everything could ever be his again. Harry, thriving in his career as a sought-after commission editor, refuses to look back... at least not out loud. But some bonds don't fade, no matter how deep the cracks. Between love and the sacrifices that tore them apart, Zayn and Harry must decide if they're destined to remain broken, or if after everything, they're still the one.

Six years later. Mpreg story

If I say I'm not in love, then I'm not. If I say I don't remember your name, trust that I don't. If I say I'm not thinking of you, that I'm not attracted to you, that your name is not ringing in my brain after our first time...then, it's not. And that's that. But what if all of these statements are lies that I tell myself whenever I look at you to hide the fact that I am, that I do and that it does? What then? Or The one where Zayn and Harry fall in love after a one-night stand. EDIT: This story is MINE and original. The only other copy of this work is on Ao3 under DeeLa17. Any other copies or translations outside of these users are not mine. Please refrain from stealing or publishing on any other platform WITHOUT my consent. If you wish to translate it into another language, feel free to contact me.

I love him but I can't tell him. Spanish Version : @A2Zarry