Locked With Him
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  • Reads 41,005
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  • Parts 19
  • Time 3h 43m
Ongoing, First published Oct 23, 2014
"Say you want me.' He demands. He has me pushed against one of his bedroom walls

'I'd rather die.' I tell him. 

'Oh, don't say that Pez.' He says with a smirk. 

'Don't call me that.' I snap.

'Don't be so grumpy all the time.' he smirks. I roll my eyes. 

'Ugh, just leave me alone Zayn.' I say, push him off me and walk out his room, downstairs.- 


Perrie Edwards, a true sweetheart. Always smiling, always nice to everyone. Except for one. There's one guy she absolutely can't stand. His name? Zayn Malik
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