Secrets can and will destroy anything. The question is, can they survive the damage? @OfficiallyZarry ©All Rights Reserved Cover By: HunterMay18

Liam asked him last week, when he was drunk and feeling brave, how he knew about Harry, and Zayn was drunk and feeling brave, too, so he told him he didn’t know, that’s the point. There was no crash, no bang, no chase through an airport. It was more quiet than that. Zayn didn’t even feel it, how, from the moment he and Harry met, the space between them got smaller and smaller until there wasn’t any at all.

"What does that mean, I'm a 'Friday'?" "I look forward to seeing you. I never used to before, but now I can't wait until you come around... like a Friday." Zayn immediately takes a liking to Harry upon meeting him and wants to be with him - however many people are opposed to the idea, himself included. Rated M for strong language and scenes of a sexual nature *NOT affiliated with One Direction/past members or any other mentioned character *This book is pure fiction *any resemblance to any other story is pure coincidence *all media used DOES NOT belong to me *please don't steal (COMPLETED JUNE 2017)

"Do you actually believe that we can make it out of here?" "Possibly." ~~~~~

"What Is Past Is Prologue" - William Shakespeare Highest Rankings: #1 in amnesia #2 in kidfic #3 in annesia #320 in Fanfiction ⇥0SaPH5RV⇤

Just when Zayn is about to end it all he meets Harry and everything changes. Will Harry be the savior Zayn has been searching for? Or will he drag Harry down right along with him, until they're both dead? -- ** SLOW UPDATES ** -------------------------- ** this book will contain self-harm, and sexual content. and maybe some drug/substance abuse. **

What does it feel like having something so special, only to be told that it isn't right?

"Lots of people in this world think that they are ugly and are hiding themselves under dark covers. But what they really don't know is that they're beautiful and that they should pull down those covers and show themselves."

اونا یادشون نمیومد که من کیم و هویتم براشون فقط درد بود پس گذاشتم تو فراموشی بمونن و خودم... سرم به انتقام گرمه