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

Nothing but intoxication. Nothing but a cold soul in the middle of the night, when the moon is at it's highest and his glass is at his lowest. When his hand raises, it's enough for me to beg on my knees. It's enough for me to fend for myself, to stop myself from saying anything that intensifies his anger, to stop him from going any further and worsening his canvas. My body - his canvas.

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

Zayn Malik. That's what he does; he plays girls.

❝―i think i saw you in my sleep.❞ © lofangs [completed]

early in the morning, I'll come calling, I'll come calling after you. all rights reserved under @roulade

❝―candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.❞ © lofangs [completed]