Sometimes, revenge isn’t the answer. Unless you’ve got a predator on the prowl for your boyfriend. In that case, get some friends, and make it rain.

"I never wanted to play nice or obey anything, until I met you."

Sometimes, it’s more than just the drink, but perhaps a slap of reality will sober you up.

ѕнe waѕ a capυleт, plυngιng υnder and wrιgglιng all тнe way тo anoтнer world. нe waѕ a мonтagυe, ѕcannιng ғroм aвove ιn ѕearcн oғ нιѕ loѕт тreaѕυre. even wнen тнey reυnιтe, ιт ғadeѕ тo reconcιle.

He was really just the perfect man. A gentleman with a bit of a bad boy attitude in him. What more could I ask for?

Zayn and Perrie are engaged, which means all of their problems and worries are forgotten. Wrong. So wrong. That's just not how it works, and it seems this engagement has had the opposite effect on the music industry's "hottest" couple. Zayn has been staying out later, Perrie is an emotional wreck and both of their careers are at stake. Drama, secrets, tears, fights, kisses, mistakes, decisions, chances, regrets: these are all the result of what happens when fame and love make a collision. Will Zayn and Perrie make it through this collision, or will the pressure be too much to handle and crush them along with their relationship? {Short Story #121 Fanfiction #302 and I owe it all to you guys! thank you so much!}

After suffering indescribable brutality and betrayal by the hands of her boyfriend and best friend, Leigh-Anne unleashes her wrath upon those who have wronged her.

When you’ve been best friends/neighbors as long as Perrie and Zayn, an infatuation will always blossom. It can be hard, especially when the thought of the person of interest with someone else that isn’t themselves. Unfortunately, Zayn found himself drowned in this predicament, buried very, very deep. Zayn/Perrie

Never once was the yearbook editor, Zayn Malik looked at more than once. His appearance shames him. The scruff of his chin and ink spilling out of one of his mums knitted sweaters leaves him torn between snubbed and feared for his ruff exterior. To speak to him, you'd laugh at how off you were to be intimidated by a living social idiot. Double takes and long gawks adorn the new girl, Perrie Edwards, as she sails through the hall. Her aura of sunshine is all it takes to appease a passerby. Golden strands of hair whip around her shoulders and on her porcelain cheek; she brightens her baby blue eyes with a beam of a smile. Her presence is overwhelming to say the least, but her warmth of heart is the first thing people recognize her for. These two cross paths, and begin to weave one of their own. They unearth sides of each other nobody has ever seen before, for better or worse. Much worse. Only thing that can save them both from their own feelings? Letters.

I am a Goldi, and of all the Circles I could have fallen for – Goldi, Ludi, and Pendi – I chose to fall in love with the forbidden Circle, the jaldis. My mother is the Commander, and I just know she’s going to execute me when she finds out.