until death tears us apart.... (final book of feel) © xhappilyalive 2014

through dark and light, thick and thin, better and worse.... (sequel to feel) © xhappilyalive 2014

Liam was different. He was reserved, kinder, quieter. Zayn was different. He was loud, obnoxious, blunt. If two different people, meeting at the same time, somehow aligning all the events in their life to pulse to the same beat, things happen. The cuts from picking up the broken pieces eventually heal.

[COMPLETED] ❝What are you going to paint?❞ ❝You.❞ -_-_- The one where Zayn is a homeless street artist and Liam is a successful business man. Zayn decides to color his life outside the lines. And while he does that, Liam finds out that there's more to Zayn's art than he had thought. [#107 in fanfiction] Copyright © 2014-2015 || boytoys

"I'm fat, aren't I?" "You're skinnier then my pinky." "You're such a liar." "I can see your fucking ribs."

A mysterious tunnel stands in Carter's town. Ever since a little girl, she was told to always stay away from the tunnel. Danger lurks inside of it, and that scared Carter. No one was ever able to see the very end of the tunnel; even daylight couldn't shine through it. Now, 19 years old with such curiosity, Carters friends drag her back to her childhood memory, pushing her into peer pressure and forcing her to see what's really in that tunnel. But, little did Carter know, in the tunnel, there lies a deranged and messed up boy waiting for the next one. » Many fictional and creepy sounding creatures. Do not read in the dark and or if you do not favor horror. * REWRITTEN VERSION UPLOADED NOW *

everyone has that one indescribable feeling.... © xhappilyalive 2014

in which Zayn is the only boy cheerleader at his school, and he catches Liam (the star quarterback)'s attention. © All Rights Reserved

Aria has always laid low in school with her tight-knit group of friends. When she meets Nash at a party, he's rude, he's blunt, and he's got more baggage than he can carry. Aria immediately dislikes him. But the line between hate and love is very thin, and a continuous game of Never Have I Ever may change everything.