[ONGOING] in which Zayn suffers from the paranoia of an eating disorder, and Liam is unsure of what he wants. {CONTENT MAY TRIGGER} © All Rights Reserved

liam payne is blind and bullied

[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 will be your father figure, put your tiny hand in mine"

liam is the destined for greatness. he had three scholarship rides to choose from. he has scouts from america and australia wanting him too. zayn tries to compete for a bit of liam's limelight just to please his father.

❝Daddy, your sweater's too small now!❞ ❝My sweater grew two sizes too big!❞ WARNING: contains m-preg - [short story] © A.

[#95 in FAN FICTION] Zayn makes YouTube videos, and Liam is his biggest fan. [THIS STORY DEALS WITH DRUG ABUSE, ALCOHOL ABUSE, RAPE, AND CHARACTER INJURY. PLEASE CONSIDER THIS AS A WARNING.] All Rights Reserved © fxckthat [cover by HunterMay18]

poor Zayn has nasty bipolar depression, constantly angry, constantly crying, constantly wishing to die. all he has seemed to accomplish is reaching the end to several dozen journals and art books filled with words and sketches and pill bottles and prescriptions listed with useless drugs. He lives his life trying to avoid the source of his pain by just living through it. till he's given a big dose of liam, the first medication to truly cure depression.

Once Zayn and Liam were husbands. They used to be travellers and visited many places around the world. Unfortunately, they were separated from an airplane accident and forced to take a break from their five years marriage. Liam was missing. Zayn had amnesia. But one day fate united them back, still there was one job Liam had to do. Liam would take Zayn to all of places they had been in before to gain his memory back. Or would he?

[...] The sound of lawn mower is bearly hearable. My mind is too focused on the sweat slowly flowing down his tan, muscular body. I want to touch him. I want to caress his skin up and down and kiss every inch of it. I want him to fill me up with love and not only that. He's beautiful and I want him. And I know I won't get him because I could never confess.