This story is based on the song Cough Syrup. The song is about life experiences and how difficult happenings can get. It teaches you to move forward and leave those memories behind, look forward to the future. For Saniya, life doesn't have room for crying or breaking down when times are tough. You just pick yourself off the ground and carry on like it never happened- the exact same thing she lives by once the biggest blow life could throw at you hits her. She'd always known many people who'd never followed that moral that she did. She'd also never met someone who took it too far. This is Saniya's story and it is also Zayn's.

THE MATERIAL IN THIS BOOK IS INAPPROPRIATE AND EXPLICIT FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 16. THIS WRITING IS STRICTLY MEANT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. USES OF LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL REFERENCES ARE USED PLEASE DO NOT BE DISTURBED. THIS IS A WARNING... * Fifty shades of grey readers will find the similarities between my book and the book itself, but I can assure you that nothing has been copied from the book nor will share the same EVENTS or ACTIVITIES. Any messages about copy right infringement will be ignored and deleted since it has already been stated in this paragraph. Thank you. Oh and saying I have lack of originality, don't bother telling me. Please enjoy:) x

Penelope Larissa Edwards has always wished she could have her sister's life. Why? Because her sister was Perrie Edwards. She was in the girl band Little Mix and you might have heard of her as Zayn Malik's girlfriend. Zayn Malik as in 1/5 of that popular boyband One Direction. Penelope and Perrie used to be close but ever since fame came around, Penelope has been stuck at home while Perrie is living a superstar life. After not seeing each other for a good six months, Perrie comes home and begs for a favor. A favor that included taking her place so she could go on a well deserved vacation. Only they would know and no one else. Reluctantly, Penelope accepts and takes her twin sister's life. As a singer and as Zayn Malik's girlfriend. The thing is, he doesn't know that Penelope isn't Perrie. He thinks his girlfriend has changed...but for the better. Penelope tries not to fall for this charming Bradford boy, but before she knows it, she's head over heels. Penelope fights an emotional struggle. Between the sisterhood or a love life. Is it worth the risk? Watty Awards Finalist 2013

You know when people say it's okay to make mistakes? That it's only human? That rule doesn't apply to Charlotte McVerry. Every mistake she makes defines her life. Every wrong step gets criticized and plastered across dozens of magazines. You know how everyone is born into the world for a purpose? Charlotte believes that her existence doesn't have a purpose. Her parents could care less about her and she felt as if her life was controlled. She was only a puppet on a string, around for solely the use of her parents. Charlotte used to want to become a professional photographer and leave her life behind. She wanted to travel the world, not including the occasional business trips her parents took her on. But most of all, she wanted to experience love. She wanted to know how it felt to be cared about so much. She wanted someone to hold her and hug her and someone to kiss her. It didn't take long for Charlotte's opinion of love to change. In her mind, love became a cruel, heart-wrenching feeling that only brought tears. After falling for Louis Tomlinson of One Direction, her mind convinced her that she was wrong about love after all. That it wasn't all about hugs and kisses. That falling in love was a mistake. What Charlotte doesn't know is that every mistake serves a purpose.

A feeling of discontent settled in my stomach as I gazed at Harry. He turned to watch the boys longingly, his eyes becoming glassy with tears. I wanted so desperately to run into his arms, to tell him everything was going to be okay, no matter what was wrong. But I am not even sure of this myself, that everything truly will be okay. Inside my own heart is an acid tearing away my hope, my faith, my trust. I am not quite sure I have anything beneficial to express. All we know at moment is how we feel, and how we feel is broken. We are broken.

"There it is. Her favorite coffee mug. It's still half-full from this morning. This morning. Before everything got out of control. Before I lost her. I feel the pain all over again just by thinking about it. It’s the kind of pain you can only get rid of by fixing it yourself. I know I have find Rose and make things right. I can't live life without her by my side. There's no possible way I’ll ever be able to move on." ~Harry Styles

"He clenched his fists to bring himself back to earth, shutting off the tap. He stood stationary, wondering if anything he had been thinking for the last five minutes made any sense at all. Every thought was about her; he wanted her more than anyone. He came down to one conclusion: he was truly obsessed with her." Cover credit to @Nargles

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

"But Bailey you need to promise me." I pulled my head back and looked at her. "Promise what?" "That you'll never let someone's death take over your life. That you'll never let it take your life. No matter if it's my death far in the future or an unexpected death in only a few months. Okay?" I nodded, "I promise, Sara." ~ ~ ~ Bailey broke her promise to her older sister. Deaths changed her life and left her mute. All hopes and dreams gone as disorders controlled her life. She thought life had been getting better, years later. That she might be able to live her life okay like this. Until she met him. Harry Styles. A singer in One Direction who's "spiraling out of control." When everything starts to seem hopeless for him, he meets somebody who he thought would change his life for the better. Bumpy roads may be in the way, but in the end. He was right. Follow their journey and learn of Bailey's past in, Speak For Me.