He's a sixteen year old prostitute. He sends shivers down men's spines just by speaking one sentence. "Call Me Sugar...." **EDITED This is a Boy on Boy/mpreg and if you don't like that kind of stuff don't read. There will also be some smut in this book as well some pages might be private. if this happens you will have to follow me. Happy Reading!

harry is proudly on his second year of uni, happily dodging the sororities, frats, and generally speaking: people. zayn on the other hand is not so proudly on his second year of uni. he gets good grades and all, but he just wants it to be done with. during the winter break, with the help of zayn's wealthy parents he decides to cash out and go to a ski lodge. and once word gets out that zayn malik is going to be there, you know everyone is going. let's just say that through spilt hot chocolate the the two collide. the rest they say, is definitive history. © sweatshirtzarry 2017

An unexpected hookup leads to an act that seems to get realer as the days go on. © fluorescentzarry

It's the morning of the X Factor auditions in Manchester. It's raining and Zayn Malik is stuck in front of a guy dressed as Britney Spears. He's ready to peace out but Harry Styles can't wait to go in. He's not being smug, but he knows he can sing, so when the judges say no, he's devastated. Zayn finds him crying in the toilets before his audition and realises that he doesn't want it that bad. Four years later and Zayn's living in East London and about to graduate from Central Saint Martins while Harry's in a band and living in Camden. Their lives couldn't be more different, but when their paths cross again will they get what they want this time?

"You wanna know why I won't get back together with you Zayn" "N-no harry Tell me why" "I'll give you them" I grab a box of letters "after your done reading all then come see me and I'll tell you what I think" I say walking away leaving him there crying.

His name is Zayn Malik, but sometimes he likes to be called Veronica. Veronica is just a man who really likes wearing skirts to work. Harry Styles is the cocky millionaire who honestly thinks he could only ever be attracted to pretty women in women's clothing. That is, until he meets Zayn and slowly realizes he actually doesn't know a thing about himself at all. "Hello Mr. Styles. What can I do for you today?" "I'm sorry... Are you confused?" "Aren't you Mr. Harry Styles?" "Yes I am." "Then no, I'm not confused." Warnings: ⊙ Some language ⊙ Eventual sexual scenes ⊙ Death tw 15k+ comments ***** Esta historia fue traducida al español. Mira la primera de mis listas de lecturas.

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.