"Something is seriously wrong with me. It's like I'm living two different people's lives. I can see what he sees. I can feel what he feels. This is big."

❝roses are red, your eyes are blue, the way you- oh crap! sorry, i thought you were my-❞ ❝no, no. it's quite alright. i have hazel eyes, but you're actually kinda cute, curly. keep goin'...❞ Graphics: @zarrycupcake © Copyright: All rights reserved. || zarrycupcake

He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with the enemy. Zayn jawad malik is one of the most puissant and the youngest under-the-counter alive on the earth. Harry styles is the one who’s chosen to arrest this drug lord.

Zayn Malik was always different compared to the other children as he grew up. He was never understood, and in turn never understood the others, so he lived in his dream world of doodles, colours and drawings. He finally reaches out to the tall, curly haired Harry Styles, but how will the popular Harry react to the quiet boy who everyone thought was mute? Zayn has so many more problems then Harry could ever understand, but how can Harry try to help the brown-eyed boy, when he barely speaks a word? [A Zarry Stylik Fanfiction that contains triggers of abuse and bullying.]

{COMPLETED} ~~~ "You're looking in the wrong place for my love, Don't think because you're with me this is real." ~~~ For people who knew what is going on in the business world knew that danger meant Zayn Javadd Malik in a designer suit. A corporate raider, who sets his sights on a company and it's his, by hook or by crook. He sets his eyes on Tomlinson Wardrobes and Harry Styles is assigned to him as his assistant. To his amazement, Harry learns that his dangerously sexy boss is the long-lost heir of the company. And then Zayn did the unthinkable: He proposed Harry with something quite hard to resist.

AU where Zayn’s a journalist who finds rock star, Harry Styles, passed out outside his motel room. (Smut with a capital S, so if you're used to my usual stuff, proceed with caution.)

The one where Harry is the boy next door and Zayn doesn't stand a chance.

Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now that he’s sitting in the dim bar of another hotel he won’t sleep in, the ice melting in his £18 gin and tonic. He doesn’t even like gin and tonic, but it’s all part of the game. And it is a game. It has to be, because if it isn’t that means he doesn’t enjoy it and he does.