Harry's life isn't exactly something that he's happy with. It's not that he doesn't have wonderful friends and family but he just wants something different to happen in his life. He gets his wish when the new bad boy, Zayn Malik, comes to town. Zayn may scare everyone else but Harry is intrigued by the dangerous boy and is determined to get him to open up. But Harry doesn't know the dark life that the boy has been living and Zayn doesn't want him to know what happens behind closed doors.

Harry Styles is a photographer. His taste is in true beauty but he can't seem to find the one thing that catches his eye. Until Zayn Malik jumps into the picture. It's love at first sight for Harry. Zayn agrees to be Harry's "artistic muse" under the strong condition that Harry doesn't fall in love with him. Will Harry keep it professional? Will Zayn fall under Harry's undeniable charm?

[COMPLETED] ❝Ever notice that the people who hurt you the most are the ones you tend to love more?❞ The one where two completely different teenagers, yet the same, look past their blindness and issues; and unknowingly end up saving each other for the better. (Zarry, with side Nouis and Payzer.) Graphics: @zarrycupcake © Copyright: All rights reserved. || zarrycupcake

❝Children Of The Night, come out to play; for it is night time.❞ They stand dark and tall, with their cigarettes hanging from their lips, their eyes cold, their body wooden. Usually, their back faced you, and if you were lucky enough to see their face, they kept a cold front, steely eyes and thin, harsh lips. Their tough exterior was impossible to crack, and legend had it that they never smiled. It was predicted that they were the most beautiful of people, yet the strangest and most peculiar, too. But no, they're not vampires, nor warlocks - not even werewolves. They are the Children Of The Night, and they are your worst and best nightmare, all at once.

~*~Cover by IAmZouisChild~*~ Zayn has never thought much about what makes him calm and relaxed, but he knows nobody can find out. Liam, on the other hand, can't seem to get over how amazing the idea is for both of them. The plan? Hide, lie, and do whatever it takes to shield what they couldn't love more. ©2014, NotTooBad

Liam Payne is just your average fire-fighter. Strictly devoted to his job and loves it. His life is busy... but eh. He loves not having distractions. But maybe girls setting their kitchens on fire just so the sexy fireman can arrive and put out 'their' fire... yeah, that's not so average. Now comes in Zayn Malik. He's your typical peeping tom, the typical loner, perverted guy, who you never ever want to be neighbours with. Ever. And when Zayn, during one of his usual afternoons (that consisted of casually stalking- er- observing his sexy curly-haired neighbour from the crack of his curtain) notices said neighbour's house catch on fire, he's a bit shaken, naturally. But oh boy, that shake was nothing. 'Cos when Zayn lays his eyes on the sinfully sexy fireman that gracefully jumps out of the red fire truck, amidst the chaos, his arm muscles rippling, and the sturdy white hose grasped tightly in his strong and agile hands... yeah. Zayn simply can't help but eye-rape the hand-crafted masterpiece of God. Zayn is literally shaken, and not in the bad way. And now... why the fuck is he having morbid thoughts of setting his house, and especially himself, on fire? (Mainly Ziam, with slight Narry/Nouis.) (Highest Ranking: Humor #56 and FanFiction #124 on 23 Feb 14) © Copyright: All rights reserved. || zarrycupcake

Secrets aren't secrets if you can't keep them hidden.

Niall Horan has done the impossible. He's fallen for a killer. Zayn Malik has one mission: to get rid of Niall and those close to him. When these two conflicting interests collide, the pair of boys find themselves in a war between the heart and the mind. Which one will win depends on which emotion--love or greed--can win the battle.

Zayn Malik. One of the most notorious gangsters of the twenty-first century. Niall Horan. Just your average University journalism student. The two were so different from each other. They were never supposed to come in contact at all. They were never supposed to form a bond. But most of all, they were never supposed to fall in love.