Zayn Malik is a young artist who dreams of making it big. Louis Tomlinson is a football player for Zayn's favorite team. Put the two together and you've got something wonderful.

The boys go on a rollercoaster and Zayn gets really scared. Luckily, Harry can always help him in times like this.

The low paying artist, Zayn Malik, paints a beautiful portrait of a man from his imagination. Unwilling to sell it, he explores his imagination, painting more and more of this mysterious man he just can't seem to get enough of. How long will it take before Zayn will do anything to be with the man from his imagination?

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

As Zayn find his boyfriend cheating on him once again, he leaves him. He leaves the flat but realizes too late he has nowhere to go. As Zayn arrives in a part of town with abandoned houses, he decides to stay in one of them, but during the night, strange things start to happen.

A collection of Zarry one shots based on songs. © 2013 Akshaya

[COMPLETED] [MAJOR EDITING i am re-writing some of the characters and taking out parts and re-writing them, so this may seem confusing to read right now. as of today, chapters 13/42 have been edited] ❝ It's the unexpected that changes us. ❞ The one where a not so normal teenager discovers he's inherited his family's unusual ancestral ability-- to perceive spirits-- on the day he turns eighteen. And now he faces his toughest case yet-- an attractive, frustrating, hot headed Irish ghost who has been in limbo for two years, who can't, for the "life" of him figure out what's tying him to this place. Graphics: @hazmaster © Copyright: All rights reserved. || zarrycupcake

The summer of 1831 was especially hot on the back's of the Horan families slaves, one in particular being Zayn, the lightest skinned of all the thrall's. And Niall, the younger, more sensible of the Horan's two sons, took a liking to watching Zayn's dark flesh sweat, drip down his neck and across his forehead until he grabbed the hem of his shirt, pealing it off him, the fabric sticking to him which always drove Niall past the point of no return, his mouth watering, thirst rising within him before retreating for the house, were he scurried to his room to pleasure himself. Not that anyone knew that. This was a strict family who stuck to morals and traditions, one being, You do not lust for that slaves...especially not one of the same sex.

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.]

harry was just like any other boy his age. Sure he didn't have many friends but at least he had one. One friend was good enough for him. He was happy with this friend but the other kids treated him as a freak. harry didn't understand why. A part of him thought that it was because he was so different from others but it didn't matter. As long as he was with his friend, he knew everything was going to be alright. At least harry thought everything was going to be alright. He remembered being out on the yard playing with his friend. He remembered a black car driving up to his house. He remembered his parents both crying in each others arms. He remembered being taken to the hospital. harry wasn't sick. He didn't have to be in hospital. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him. He went to school just like every other kid, he did his work just like everyone else, he even did his chores with minimal complain. But there was one problem. That friend wasn't real.