''And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in.'' - Haruki Murakami (Finished in 2013)

"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."

I never knew he could have this much effect on me. Never knew, without him, I would feel this much incomplete even after having everything. Never knew, just by seeing him again, my heart would start doing those back flips again. But most of all, I never knew, I could fall for my soon-to-be step-brother this hard.

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.

*3rd Place Winner of the 2014 Olympic 1D Bromance Awards, for Up and Coming Zarry* A war veteran whose guilt doesn't overpower his compassion and hope. His life burned away as did his platoon, but nothing, absolutely nothing, can keep his gaze from the future. But there is a certain coffee shop barista that he might pick up along the way. A victim of abuse that lost his way along with his wide-eyed curiosity. He's about to find out that his problems aren't the only ones that exist, and there's nothing better to help deal with those demons than a person who'll help you bury them. COVER CREDIT: rebellionkids Copyright © Zarrified 2014

Where Zayn is supposed to be happily engaged to his verbally abusive fiancée but finds real love in the man he's having a secret affair with. His neighbor who lives three doors down. Warnings: ■ Strong Language ■ Sexual references ■ Explicit sexual scenes ■ Verbal (mainly) and some physical abuse 3K+ comments

Zayn grabbed a fist full of brown curls, pulling Harry's head back while slowly tracing the outline of his face with the black gun. "Didn't someone's little plan just backfired?" He chuckeld. " I think it just did, babe." "Zayn, I can explain. Please just hear me out." "Explain?" Zayn pushed the gun inside Harry's mouth. "Didn't your parents thaught you not to speak with a full mouth? Of course they didn't, they were too busy teaching you other things, like playing with someone's emotions." He tugged harder on his hair. Harry blinkend away his tears. Who was this person? And where was the person he loved? For a second Zayn felt guilty. He took the gun out of the mouth that he became to love. How can something so sweet be so evil. So cruel? "I'm not afraid of the gun, shoot me if you have to. I deserve it. But please don't ever doubt my love for you." "Oh fuck the cheesy shit, Styles." --------- Zayn (22) only child of the inventor of The Malik's company. Harry (21) only gay son of the Styles. Harry was asked to charm his way into Zayn's life. Make Zayn fall for him and he succeeded. Little did he know that his plan wasn't full-proof, no one could stop him from falling for the hazel eyed guy. -They both live in LA, California - I made sure to finish all chapters, so I could publish it at the same time. That way you don't have to wait and I don't get to back out from another responsibility. -Zayn tops. Harry swallows.

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.