I liked the way the blade absorbed his pulse every time it slowly rubbed against his skin. I think he screamed for me to stop but my hands began to shake when ever i pulled the knife away from his cold skin. I thought of ways to put the knife down...I could throw it across the room or I could just slide it away from me but my hands were shaking and I wanted to see if his blood color matched the others I wanted to be known for something more than the kid at school who never talked....I don't talk because I have too much to hide....and once I'm finished with him that'll be just another thing I can keep to myself- I want him to tell me he loves me and that without me he'd die because then I'll know that someone cared about me, but he'd never care about me and It's not fair for me to see him touching other people the way he should touch me...He should die because he doesn't know what he's missing out on and he doesn't even try to see me he's just like the others but he's not and that's why I want to hear begging for me to stop....and that's why I won't. "Harry, Harry you're doing it again." My psychologist Mr. Payne says removing me from my thoughts. "Doing it again." I reply realising I went into another one of my fantasies. "Who was it about this time?" He asked pulling his blan brown notebook out of his suit jacket...I hated that note book. "A boy fr-from school." I answer, fuck I hated that notebook. "The same one as before?" he asked in a voice that almost made me feel he was fed up. "Zayn...M-Malik."

Zayn Malik didn’t really know how to look as he stared into the huge, round lens of the camera, which showed him how all of the others saw him. He noticed that his big brown eyes looked a little lost in translation, not due to the camera, but the curly haired male behind it. “You’re not even playing with fire, bambi, this is ice. Cold, unforgiving ice.” The raspy voice constantly reminded him, and all Zayn could try to do was understand what he meant. What Harry Styles meant. -[A Zarry Fanfiction]-

Zayn is a really shy boy knowing he's gay , He goes to a new school where he is guided by the School guide Harry Styles. Zayn has feeling for Harry so he decides to go out with a girl to shake the feelings off of Harry. But having feelings for a person in one day is ridiculous! With an uneasiness in their stomachs they realized they were childhood friends when their parents used to fool around.

Zayn Malik. He's the one guy that you'd never expect to be gay. Harry Styles. He's straight as a pole What happens when Zayn stands up to Harry

Harry and Zayn reunite again three years later at an AMAs after party. (My personal take on what would happen between Zayn and Harry if they met again) [ONE SHOT]

[COMPLETED]. Zayn's eyes were looping around the room nervously, trying to find an escape. "But I-I do-don't want to, yo-our highness." Zayn pleaded. "I don't care, I'm your prince. You should obey me. Now take your clothes off." ***** The one where Harry Styles is the Prince of England, and soon to be king. He has everything he wants, whenever he wants, and no one ever dared to tell him no. Until the poor servant Zayn came and rejected him. While the battle between England and Ireland was on, Prince Harry'd be ready to give up his whole Kingdom to put his desperate hands on Zayn. #Short chapters. (Most chapters.) All right reserved 2017.

"It's wrong." "But it's the first time I've felt right." *Warning: Story contains bad language, heavy sexual content, and mild drug use/references. ©2016 Prisonerwithavision

His name is Zayn Malik, but sometimes he likes to be called Veronica. Veronica is just a man who really likes wearing skirts to work. Harry Styles is the cocky millionaire who honestly thinks he could only ever be attracted to pretty women in women's clothing. That is, until he meets Zayn and slowly realizes he actually doesn't know a thing about himself at all. "Hello Mr. Styles. What can I do for you today?" "I'm sorry... Are you confused?" "Aren't you Mr. Harry Styles?" "Yes I am." "Then no, I'm not confused." Warnings: ⊙ Some language ⊙ Eventual sexual scenes ⊙ Death tw 15k+ comments ***** Esta historia fue traducida al español. Mira la primera de mis listas de lecturas.

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"How about you let me buy you some lingerie baby boy." "How about go fuck yourself." In which Zayn Malik loves dressing up in the sexiest prettiest lingerie and posting it to his tumblr and Harry Styles is a fuckboy who uses it it against him, but what happens when Zayn catches feelings?