roommates | zayn malik x justine skye
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  • Reads 250,063
  • Votes 12,014
  • Parts 30
  • Time 2h 25m
Complete, First published Mar 15, 2017
Mature
a sweet story about an autistic boy named zayn who is infatuated with his roommate.

[interracial] zayn malik x justine skye
© BookOfBandz 2017

started : (march 4th, 2017)
finished : (april 9th, 2017)

warning : deals with bullying, little self harm, low to mild heavy language, mild violence, and a bit of sexual content.
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