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Fix Me [Ziall/Larry fanfic] [boy/boy]
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Last published Sat, Feb 14, 2015
the phone rings and Niall stretches his arm to reach for it, he is laying alone in the sheets of his and Zayn's bed
"hello babe" he whispers it with a smile as he sees his lover name on the phone screen...
he waits for seconds with no answer back "hello?!" and then he realizes some noises he couldn't define at first and the voices started to get louder and closer to his ears
"f...fuck.." "oh yes... ohmygodyes" "ahhh..ohshit"
and that was it, Niall can feel his heart breaking into million pieces, his tears are too hot it's burning his face
his fingers cling to the phone and hold it tighter that he feels it'd break, but he doesn't care...
he doesn't care about anything in the world after that! he tried to disbelieve his ears but he knows it.. he knows the voice of his lover, and he can recognize his moan anywhere.. and he can hear her voice
Niall sat up on the bed,threw the phone away and screamed, he never thought Zayn would do such a thing to him
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hello, i hope you'll love my fanfic, it's Ziall and Larry, and it will include some Narry in future chapters ;)
i may not be the best writer but just give it a chance
[WARNINGS: boy/boy , Angst, self-harm, character death, smut]
but it's not that sad
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