𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘎𝘰𝘥'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘡𝘢𝘺𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. Zayn is a quiet, intelligent, enigmatic sophomore at Whitman University who's obsessed with drawing, poetry, and this charismatic musician named Harry who works at Daisies coffee shop. While Zayn navigates through trying to understand human sexuality and emotions, he becomes faced with an internal conflict when another man is vying for his affection. • Zarry AU in New York City • Contains explicit sexual scenes, strong language, drinking, mild drug use, mentions sexual abuse. Completed October 2020 | V

"𝒹-𝒹𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓎" 𝓏𝒶𝓎𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝒶𝓃𝑒𝒹 If you still haven't guessed its bZ because He is smol and cute 𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥. Harry is a shy, reserved man who has lead a quiet and simple life working as the head librarian at Montclair Library. Zayn is a spunky teenage runaway with a dirty mouth and a difficult past. But when their unlikely paths cross and Harry ends up taking Zayn in with the intent to help him, Zayn ends up helping Harry uncover some inner truths about his own self • Zarry AU in Pennsylvania • Takes place in the late 80's/early 90's • Contains some violence, drinking, strong language, a ten year age gap, and explicit sexual scenes Completed March 2021 | V

A childhood where Zayn made a promise to Harry and it's becoming increasingly more difficult to keep that promise.

Harry Styles is a Pretentious charming fuck and Zayn hates his guts and his obnoxious shirts. Until he doesn't?

The story where Harry is the pop star and Zayn is the bartender. © 2014 Akshaya

Toy [noun] - A person treated by another as a source of pleasure or amusement rather then with due seriousness. © 2013 Akshaya

Where Zayn breaks a pencil everytime Harry breaks his heart. A COMPILATION OF PAINFUL ZARRY ONE SHOTS.

And that's it. Harry reaches forward and grabs Zayn's shirt and Zayn's lips collide with his. He pushes Zayn, pushes and pushes until Zayn's trapped between Harry and the door. The force of it makes Zayn gasp and Harry bites at his lip, and Zayn whimpers. ZARRY ONE SHOTS

I liked the way the blade absorbed his pulse every time it slowly rubbed against his skin. I think he screamed for me to stop but my hands began to shake when ever i pulled the knife away from his cold skin. I thought of ways to put the knife down...I could throw it across the room or I could just slide it away from me but my hands were shaking and I wanted to see if his blood color matched the others I wanted to be known for something more than the kid at school who never talked....I don't talk because I have too much to hide....and once I'm finished with him that'll be just another thing I can keep to myself- I want him to tell me he loves me and that without me he'd die because then I'll know that someone cared about me, but he'd never care about me and It's not fair for me to see him touching other people the way he should touch me...He should die because he doesn't know what he's missing out on and he doesn't even try to see me he's just like the others but he's not and that's why I want to hear begging for me to stop....and that's why I won't. "Harry, Harry you're doing it again." My psychologist Mr. Payne says removing me from my thoughts. "Doing it again." I reply realising I went into another one of my fantasies. "Who was it about this time?" He asked pulling his blan brown notebook out of his suit jacket...I hated that note book. "A boy fr-from school." I answer, fuck I hated that notebook. "The same one as before?" he asked in a voice that almost made me feel he was fed up. "Zayn...M-Malik."