There has always been this strange boy living in the neighborhood. He never talks to anyone, he's always alone. He never lets anyone help him with what he is going through, but when he meets Mary Green will he let her help him or push her away like everyone else ? *Copyright* ©

zayn: i won't hurt you lauren: thats the thing! i know im the one whos going to hurt you, zayn zayn: you already did, lauren start: 4 oct 2017 end: 9 apr 2018

"Too innocent, it's captivating," he mumbled, forehead resting against mine, fingers in my skirt's belt loops. "It's weird, doll. You feel like home." *** In which he's a short-tempered man, and she's a little bundle of innocence. She felt like the home he never had. And he was the attention she never thought of getting. © -deluxezayn

"Your scruff, it itches." "Maybe it does, but you love it, especially in between your thighs." Or when a man of twenty-five years old becomes infatuated with his young neighbor [All Rights Reserved]

The minute Zayn walked into my life, he changed everything for me. The question is; was it for better or for worse? Cover by: -kyavhill

"I'm sorry it has to end this way," he told me. We were sitting on a park bench in a deserted park . I was wearing his jacket since it was cold out. The wind was making my long black hair fly into his face. He was breaking up with me. "I just don't understand..." "You'll be fine without me..." "Do you really have to leave?" "I have to. You know I want to be a singer..." "And I want to be a pianist..." "Then go for your dreams..." "But my dreams include you in them..." "Please don't leave." I'm Jillian Baker and this is my story. My story of how my entire life was changed by one boy.

"You saw me in a way no one had before." Zayn whispered after a minute or two of silence. I looked up to read his overwhelmed gaze, and for the first time, I couldn't read his emotions.

''H-How could y-you?' I whisper as my voice cracks. Zayn pulls away from this girl and looks at me surprised. 'H-Heather? When did you get here?' he says backing away from this girl he was just kissing seconds ago. I don't answer him, instead ask again, 'How could you?' suddenly feeling not only hurt but anger. 'It's not what it looks like,' he says. 'It's exactly what it looks like, you were just cheating on me,' I say looking at the girl in disgust, 'How many other girls did you kiss behind my back? Huh Zayn? Answer me!' 'None,' he say looking at the ground and then back up at me as he takes a step towards me but I take a step back. 'Liar, then what were you doing right now?!' I say as more tears fall down my face. » *Not edited*

~its like screaming and no one can hear you.~

❝You're such a fucking slut❞ ❝We'll see who's talking when you come back begging me to fuck you❞ WARNING: This story will include graphic sex scenes, dysphoria, and swearing, Also, this story will mostly be made up by people of color and some queer characters. If you are in any way racist, homophobic, or transphobic, please get lost and burn in hell. Do not read this story.