Jennifer,a five year old being abandoned after being abused.Liam found her and brought her to the shared house.Will the boys treat her right?She is a little special too.Read up ^_^ CRINGE-WORTHY Mind you, it's written in 2012/2013 era, so please read it at your own risk. My god this is so carroty but it's all fun and...
Liam is a jock. Harry is a nerd. Liam has a hundred friends. Harry has Niall. Liam is strong. Harry is weak. Liam owns 2 cars. Harry has a rusty bike. Liam isn't gay. Harry is. So how on Earth did these two get connected? Why does Liam feel the need to protect this kid? Why does Harry have the urge to let him in afte...
She doesn't know who they are, she doesn't know who he is. All she knows is, fate wants them to meet for the second time.
One Popular. One Invisible. One Night. One Game. One Unimaginable Outcome.
"When you get to a hotel room, you lock the door, and you know there is a sense of secrecy, there is luxury, there is fantasy. There is comfort. There is reassurance." "The great advantage of a hotel is that it is a refuge from home life" [Lirry/side Nouis] [Honorable Mention in the 2015 holiday bromance awards "Boyx...
Cheyenne was Zayn Malik's girlfriend before he left her to go to the x-factor. When Zayn leaves his girlfriend of three years it leaves them both heartbroken. The one thing Cheyenne couldn't tell him on his sixteenth birthday? That she was pregnant. Now three years later Zayn is back in town with his band mates. what...
Harry Styles has always been secretly in love with his band mate, Zayn Malik. Little did Harry know, Zayn felt the same. Once they finally express their love to one another, they become a happy couple. But, there's something that shocks both Harry and Zayn; Julia.
"And are you ready?" I asked quietly, my voice peaceful and calm as I looked down at my husband's face. "As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose." He replied to me, a small smile gracing his lips. "This is only the beginning, baby," he mumbled lowly, pressing his mouth to my belly and starting a riot in my heart. ...
"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. H...