Story Status: [ on going + revising ] In which a girl named Selena falls in love with a frat boy named Zayn who's life has been a downward spiral since the age of ten, finding no purpose in his life he smokes and drinks to cope, filling the void of his despair. What Selena didn't know, loving a troubled boy came with lying, secrets, and heartbreak along with him. What Zayn didn't know, falling in love with Selena was going to bring new meaning to the life he so despised. ❗️Triggering Character Thoughts, Conversation and Flashbacks. Highest Rankings: - #1in zaylena (NEW) - #1 in selenators (NEW) - #10 in directioners

Reputations are made and laws are broken, here on the roads of Las Vegas. But passing the finish line first for one life threatening race is all Zayn Malik needs to do... to win it all. WARNING: Contains graphic sexual content

When Perrie asks Mia to plan the wedding of Zerrie, things don't go exactly as planned. Things take a turn for Mia as she starts to unexpectedly fall for her friend's fiance, turning her life upside down, forcing her to face her fears. Two weeks and three days ... 17 days was all it took to fall in love with you.

**Book 2 titled Keep Me is up** The lights were off, all except the emergency light that flickered every now and then. I got chills just being here by my lonesome... at least I thought I were. I heard the door then footsteps coming directly towards me. "Hello?" I called out, angling my head to get a clearer view. I waited a couple seconds then suddenly I saw this dark figure walk under the emergency light. The moment the light hit those soft brown eyes, I knew exactly who it was, feeling safe enough to turn my attention back to closing the closet door. "What are you doing here?" I asked, throwing him a look over my shoulder. I felt him coming closer behind me, causing me to turn around. "I came here to be dressed," He was now inches away from me. "Isn't that your job, babe?" "Only for the next hour and a half," I said, backing up as he moved closer. When I felt the doors of the closet pressed against my back, a couple of swears escaped my mouth and I knew that I had no other choice but to await his next move. He was now an inch away from my face, staring me directly in the eyes. He leaned down to my ear, grazing it before he spoke. "Then dress me."

"Zayn," he spoke, smoke leaving his lips once again as he dropped the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it with his dark boots. His hand darted in between us as he awaited a response. "January," I said faintly, grabbing his hand. "Nice," he chuckled, making the first move to release my cold fingers. His hands held a nice warmness to them. "Like the month," he nodded. "I like it." *** » read the sequel here http://my.w.tt/UiNb/y9izHftVhv