-souperficial- Stories

It had been exactly one year since the incident and fifty-one grueling weeks since Liam had passed away... Everyday since then, Zayn's sanity was slowly ticking away and with him losing the love of his life to a stupid mistake...His mistake... It was hard for him to hold on to that slender thread of reality keeping him here with the people who love him just as much as Liam did... Without people thinking he was delusional... Usually, when we lose someone, we have to let them go...and move on... But Zayn never could, and he never did... He believed that Liam didn't move on as he was supposed to... He thought that Liam wouldn't leave without a goodbye.. He tried so hard to abstain from the hard truth that everyone w as practically shoving down his throat... But little did he know... He was right... Liam was trying to reach out to him, desperately trying to give Zayn what he wanted... But having contact with the living is especially hard when your already dead... Cover is by me! No touchy... -Ziam, with a hint of Larry- Copyright © -souperficial-

"The people are talking, the people are saying that you have been playing my heart like a grand piano..." Just as skillfully as I do with my own piano...I never thought I'd lend an ear to any other sound than mine, which in turn drives a stake through my own stubbornness. But even then, your melodious tune drips with temptation and I can't help but succumb to every note... So i'll go against everyone, even myself, just for you to keep your prime fingers a playing... So play on... Play on... Play on... -Larry with a sprinkle of Ziall- Based off of the song Grand Piano by Nicki Minaj Copyright 2015 -souperficial- Cover is by my boo: @ziallmoans

Ever since he was a tike, Harry, or shall we say Prince Harold Edward Styles has had his life leisurely handed to him on a silver platter. His only birth right was to become his father's successor and take the reins of England's sovereignty. But what the world didn't know was that the Queen gave birth to two beautiful sons, whom happened to be twins. Marcel Edwin Styles, the younger brother by a mere twenty-three seconds, came as a surprise to everyone because for the next heir to have an sibling was strictly forbidden and could've been a danger to their monarchy. He was now a secret to the world, only to be kept because of the Queen's orders to raise both of her sons... even if the other one is in secrecy. ------- With Harry, being a top notch aristocrat and sometimes a royal pain in the ass while handling the pressures of being the heir to the thone and Marcel, constantly shoved aside and whisked away to his room when important people arrived to keep his existence private, the once inseparable twins, bitterly drifted away without a voice or say in anything. Harry was the awaited... Marcel was the mistake... But as a dastardly plan comes forth by an unrecognised individual to try and take the future king out of the picture, Marcel is secretly ushered as the new apparent heir... And Harry is nowhere to be found... ----------------- Cover is by me...NO touchy!! Inspired by the movie The Dictator Copyright © Define1D_love