" There is a little piece of hell in each of us, Zayn and I, well we had 93."

115 days. That's all it took for them to fall for each other.

"So you can't touch another person?" Zayn asked, as he sat on the other side of the prayer bench and watched Niall try to connect with his lord and savior Jesus christ. "Can't we continue this q and a another time?" Niall questioned, as his knees laid against the wooden floor that covered the shrines ground. " I just don't get how you can go 20 years without cumming, I can hardly go a few days." Zayn says easily as he stands to his feet his uncle waving him to the front of the church. " You have a horrible mouth." Niall says, his eyes wide with disgust. " I'm telling you a lot of guys have described my mouth but not using the word horrible...talk to you later halo boy." Niall just stared as Zayn walked away in his sinfully tight jean, and his mind was blown. " Dear god please save that man from his sins, for the devil has him captive." Niall whispered as he returned to his prayer. Or the one where Niall is going through the process of being a father of his local catholic church, but Zayn a college dropout returns home, with nothing to lose and a innocent Irish priest son on his radar.

{SEQUEL TO MUTE} Michael and Luke Clifford. They were perfect, until little April came along. {#114 in fanfiction}

The voices in Michael's head made him do it. Michael loves Luke. But Luke isn't so sure anymore. THIRD BOOK IN THE MUTE SERIES. MUST READ MUTE. AND SPEAK. BEFORE {highest ranking #40 in fanfiction}

❝ he'd closed the door to all the emotions years ago, but now, the aroma that seeped from his flawless skin was an intoxicating mixture of lilacs and rain, captivating his senses. ❞ warning; lots of sexual tension.