they're each other's nicotine.

Anything can happen in a blink of an eye. Everything was perfect. But one accident changed it all. She forgot everything. Everything they've been through. They were separated. After that accident, her life completely changed. Then now, they meet again, continuing their story. A lot has changed in 3 years. 3 years of separation, 3 years of pain. But Hayley didn't feel the pain Zayn was experiencing. What will possibly happen when someone made her feelings change towards someone she is suppose to love? Or, what will happen when she remembers those times they had together? Her name is Hayley Jane Moretz and this is her story. [Summary sucks. But just give it a try!]

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...

You had everything that others couldn't give me and much more, but water burns out the fire.