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Miles from Sanity \\ zayn au.

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[ONGOING] She was a hidden gem with more problems than she could count on her fingers.  He was university student with more secrets locked away.  Together, they were miles from sanity.        
   
   “I don’t see why you’ve decided to stick around for a couple more weeks,” she spits angrily.  Tears are rolling furiously down her rosy cheeks.  “Why bother with someone who’s insane?  Someone who doesn’t have a future?”         

   He steps closer despite the fact she keeps pushing him away.  Her body is shaking as strangled sobs escape her pale lips.  His right hand tilts up her chin, making her light blue eyes meet his and for the first time, he sees how broken she is, how many shattered pieces there’s left to pick up.       
 
   “You do have a future,” he says softly.  She could smell the cigarette spoke on his breath as he gets closer.  “a future with me.”All Rights Reserved

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The Institute by axnsley

Zayn Malik is not depressed. Zayn does cut though, scars lining his arms from years of doing it. But Zayn isn’t depressed, he’s not anything. He doesn’t know when he stopped feeling, when he went numb, but he does know that he can feel when he drags a razor across his skin. He feels afterwards too, relief washes over him as he is reminded that he is alive, he can feel. But then his mom found out, now he’s living in The Institute. Niall Horan is depressed. He’s well aware of his depression that has had no real trigger. He had it all back in highschool, he was popular, captain of the footie team, he wasn’t even bullied after coming out. But he was depressed. He would look in the mirror and all he would see was fat, globs of pale skin in all the wrong places. So the simple solution was to stop eating. But that didn’t work, Niall couldn’t not eat. Plan B went into effect then - throwing up. He had only been doing it for a few weeks when his brother found out, now he’s being sent to The Institute. Join the journey of Niall and Zayn learning how to feel again. Friends come along the way, a schizophrenic, mute and a multiple personality disorder patient. They’re an odd group, but they get along and slowly live their lives in The Institute.

Just Another Bad Boy by louis_biceps

{This is a finished story} "Vanessa?" A deep voice called out. I turned to face him, quickly wiping away the tears that began. "Yes?" I smiled, holding my head a little higher. Vanessa Keating doesn't cry in front of anyone. She certainly doesn't show weakness. A lanky body was leaned against a gleaming motorcycle. His aphotic hair was mussed onto his head and he took a drag from a cigarette that was wedged in between two of his fingers. A denim jacket sat on top of a white v-neck. Despite how cold it was, that's all he was wearing, besides jeans and shoes. Sunglasses rested on his nose, unable for me to see his inky eyes. "Everything alright?" He called from about ten feet away from me. "Yup. Everything's fine," I lied. He flicked the butt of the cigarette to the concrete, putting it out with his foot. Wasn't he scared he was going to get caught? He was on school grounds.

Torn Between Reality - Zerrie (Completed) by 22ZaynisBeautiful

Torn Between Reality © ❝What is love if all we have are happy endings?❞ _________________________________________ (Completed Story) "I'm coming through!" He kicked the door open, the lock snapping. He came in and I jumped for him, but his instincts were too good as he saw it coming. He ducked and I fell right over him. "You are so stupid." I jumped up and tried again. He grabbed my arm, and lifted his other hand. He slapped me in the face and I yelped in pain. With his other hand, which held my wrist, my hand still gripping the knife, he began to twist my wrist. Tears in my eyes from the unbearable pain, I let go of the knife and tried to make him let go. My wrist snapped, the pain so terrible, I let out an agonizing scream. He let go of my wrist and I fell to the floor, groaning in the worst kind of pain. "S-stop. Pl-please." I technically begged him. He stood looking down at me, no sympathy in his eyes. Nothing but pure hate. "I'm not finished with you yet." He grabbed me up by the arm and pulled me with him down the stairs. Once down the stairs, he pushed me to the floor. "Okay, let's play a game." I couldn't even reply, I was in so much pain. "Do you not want to play?" he questioned. His voice held an annoyed vibe. "I d-don't." I breathed. -- This is my story. Go through my flashback to find out what got me here.

Stockholm Syndrome (Larry Stylinson) by British-1D-Irish

My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

VALERIE by xxmils

He speaks as if he knows everything, he trips over his own tongue like the intelligent person he is. The lingering taste of vodka and whiskey taint his sinful chapped lips. When he walks he stumbles, he smells like nicotine and he's cold. Ice resides in his veins and heart but not even the hell like flames of hatred and anger burning within his mind can freeze over. She's sweet like honeysuckle. She's warm and physically beautiful with her long brown hair and different colored gaze. When she smiles, the entire world stops to look and stare at her. Yet underlying her forced smile and physical perfection, dwells the monster that is her mental illness that she cannot control. Being beautiful doesn't hide it either, only mass doses of prescription pills do. In which an 18-year-old who believes he hasn't much to live for leaves his small sleepy town in hopes of finding his mother who abandoned him years ago. All the while a 17-year-old girl with severe Manic Depression tags along in hopes of being distracted from her illness and to also find peace of mind and happiness elsewhere. ** Inspired by music, specifically The 1975, Lana Del Rey, and others. ** Rough draft in desperate need of editing, plot holes, grammatical issues, etc. * not cliche but cliche it has it moments, but also so many plot twists so idk yeah. Mature Content. Read at your own will. Copyrighted ©

Hollow (Harry Styles) #Wattys2016 by Krystal_Grace

I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

straightening up malik {zayn malik} by xxrollingstonesxx

"I'm sorry babe but......I have fatal disease" he said looking down in sadness. "wh-at?......wh-at dise-ase?! what are you talking about?!" she said with tears streaming down her cheeks. "I have cancer.....I'm sorry but you deserve someone to make you happy all your life and never leave you" he said taking her in his arms , she looked up to him sobbing. "but you have to promise me something" he said to her. "anything" she said. "promise me that you will never forget me" he said . "never"she said nodding , he kissed her lips passionately before getting in his car and driving away from her. she waved at him with tears still on her cheeks as she saw his car fading away in darkness. __________________________________ Mira Hudson , she is a British girl and she lives in london , she is 19 year old girl , she's in Harvard uni yes......she is very smart but she hates one thing......only one thing.........bad boys and heartbreakers. Zayn malik , he is a british lad and he lives in london , he is 20 years old , he doesn't go to college because simple he thinks that college "isn't cool for him" , zayn loves girls ....all girls all kinds but....he never last with them more than a week , he take whatever he wants from them then he break up with them. so what happens when the zayn and mira's world collide? will they last?will zayn treat her like the other girl? and the most importantly.........will zayn break her heart or..........will she? read and find out;) WARNING: i wrote this story when i was young and its terrible so don't read it

Runaway (A Zayn Malik fanfiction) by exquisites

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I Can't Love You More Than This | Louis Tomlinson X Reader X Zayn Malik by MJLeclerc16

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Love Again (Just A Minute 2) by Eishiiita

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I Can't Love You More Than This | Louis Tomlinson X Reader X Zayn Malik cover

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The Institute

Zayn Malik is not depressed. Zayn does cut though, scars lining his arms from years of doing it. But Zayn isn’t depressed, he’s not anything. He doesn’t know when he stopped feeling, when he went numb, but he does know that he can feel when he drags a razor across his skin. He feels afterwards too, relief washes over him as he is reminded that he is alive, he can feel. But then his mom found out, now he’s living in The Institute. Niall Horan is depressed. He’s well aware of his depression that has had no real trigger. He had it all back in highschool, he was popular, captain of the footie team, he wasn’t even bullied after coming out. But he was depressed. He would look in the mirror and all he would see was fat, globs of pale skin in all the wrong places. So the simple solution was to stop eating. But that didn’t work, Niall couldn’t not eat. Plan B went into effect then - throwing up. He had only been doing it for a few weeks when his brother found out, now he’s being sent to The Institute. Join the journey of Niall and Zayn learning how to feel again. Friends come along the way, a schizophrenic, mute and a multiple personality disorder patient. They’re an odd group, but they get along and slowly live their lives in The Institute.