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.

Harry Styles has always known that he had brothers. Ever since he was young he had imagined what they looked like, imagined how they acted, how they dressed, what kind of music they liked. But never did he actually know. Because he had never met them. Harry's blood father had abandoned him when he was little, but taken the other two triplets. One of them, Edward, was raised up by the man himself, but the other, Marcel, had been raised up by strict unloving parents who cared about nothing but money and Marcel's grades. One small problem came up one morning which turned out to be the thing that turned the boys' life around. After a small trip to the airport, a couple of heartwarming hugs, and a completely new set of mind, the three brothers face the world once more - except this time they have each other. But it does get hard, because they're all just too different. If anyone had known how much scandal it would cause they might've done it otherwise, but no one had known and that scandal ended up as one big ball of complication. And somehow Zayn Malik got caught in the middle

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There's Lines that shouldn't be crossed when you're apart of something like this, Something that could give you life, but easily take it away from you. I've been in this ever since i was 15, so why am i choosing to screw everything up now. Harry is Louis' not mine. Louis' and his father took me in when i had nothing left, but why do i want to have what is most important to louis. It doesn't help that Harry wants me back it doesn't help that were making plans to run away together. It doesn't help that it's getting harder to hide. Louis can tear me apart limb from limb if he wanted to now that, his dad passed the mob business down to him after he died. He's my boss. He's THE MOBSTER of Doncaster, and i'm in love with the mobsters boyfriend. Way to go Zayn.

Harry is your average dental hygienist, he goes to work each morning and gets off around six o'clock. Only he doesn't go home to an empty flat like a normal twenty year old, Harry stops and picks up his (almost) four year old son from the sitters and from there his night is only beginning. From potty training to teeth cleaning, over the last four years Harry's managed to balance having a career and making sure his child has everything he needs to be happy, healthy and safe. But when his sons father suddenly wants to be apart of their lives again, things become challenging and Harry's torn being doing what's right for his son and what's right for them as a family. It doesn't help that his sons father happens to be Zayn Malik, one third of a world famous boy band, and the media is bearing down on them - wanting answers to questions Harry's desperately been avoiding for years. Copyright © zmelec on Wattpad All Rights Reserved.