*COMPLETED* "Ever since their last interview in Manhattan, New York-" "There is still no sign of the young pop sensation-" "New York has been under lock down since the disappearance of the young lad from One Direction on August 23, 2012. Millions of people across the globe are still looking for the young-" "If you see, hear, or read, any kind of sign that could lead to the finding of-" ________________________________________ Sitting in the dark basement, the young lad was curled up against the wall. Chains cuffed to his hands and feet, a chain also wrapped around his neck. As he looked up at the broken glass of the barred up window he would sadly sing. Only some words were audible from his dry mouth. "-Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll look up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: "Isn't something missing?" You won't cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...? Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?" Every so often his voice would crack as he cried. The tears passed through his swollen up eyes, as they stung the cuts made all over his face. "No one will be looking for the fag from One Direction. They'll all be happy I'm gone..." More tears would fall from his eyes as the basement door opened up. He knew that his suffering was rather going to continue, or it was going to end now. With his life...

"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

Secrets, secrets everywhere. It hides in beards and curly hair. It might be hidden, but please beware. There's one that might come back to scare. Seventeen year old Zayn has his reasons why he's quiet. Sixteen year old Harry has his reasons why he's not. When Harry's Frisbee hits Zayn in the chest one day, it is the beginning of something quite strange and wonderful for them. But sometimes when things are going great, deep secrets have a tendency to come back and ruin a good thing. Warning: ⊙Some Language ⊙Eventual sexual scene(s) (Second Wattpad Story) 7k+ comments

"You are far from a mistake, Louis. You are the best goddamned thing that's ever happened to me." - Louis was in a car accident while Harry one month pregnant, leaving him severely handicapped. Now, he depends on Harry for things like eating and going to the washroom. Things will only get harder with a baby.

[COMPLETED] ❝Yet− that's not why I killed myself.❞ -_-_- The one where Zayn killed himself and left a series of letters for Liam to read. Copyright © 2014-2015 || boytoys

Imagine losing your best friend, the guy who was there for you through all the good and bad times. Now imagine losing your boyfriend, the guy who was your world, your everything. Now, imagine losing your best friend, who was your boyfriend, right in front of your eyes. This was the story of how Ziam became Zarry. [Contains triggers of death and mourning.]

Zayn has always been different. Ever since he can remember, there have always been people. Yes, he lived with his mom, dad, and three sisters. And it have always been that way. But there is another type of people Zayn has never met, but he still sees. The weird part for Zayn is that no one else can see them. Sometimes not even he can recognize them.

It wasn't something he was ever expecting in his life, but it happened. Zayn Malik was a young man that got the surprise of his life when a late night hook up told him he was going to be a father. Unfortunately, that person wasn't going to stay around to help be a mother. Niall Horan was a young, naive man that had a heart bigger than his body. With that heart, he helped at a charity shelter that supplied everything underprivileged families might need. He also had a job at the the local grocery store. That was enough for him though because he believed that any extra money went to the shelter. What happens when Zayn needs a helping hand? Will there be room in a large heart for a single father?

Zayn Malik is an eighteen year old with a habit of ordering people around; he loves to control people. Justin bieber is a fourteen year old kid, innocent as a feather and has a habit of being naïve and utterly gullible. Justin's first time is in the Tunnel Of Love with Zayn, and thats about the last Zayn sees of Justin. Not long after that night, Justin leaves town. Almost a year later, he comes back, but this time with a newly born baby; whose nose and mouth look awfully a lot like Zayn's.