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Rent Boy...

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He didn't know who he was,or what he could have been but all he knew was what He is,He is a slut or a whore or a streetwalker as they might say but it wasn't always the pleasure which came with it,alot of heart breaks and broken promises come with it too and god knows shit goes down when voyeur's fall in love.



"What do you mean you're leaving??" He asked as his hot breath hitting my neck."you're mine, remember??" He asked sucking a hickey on my neck.



*Prostitutes don't have husbands,Mr.Styles*All Rights Reserved

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Buses & Bunk Beds (Zarry) by CupcakeCait

I glanced over at Harry. He was looking back at me and I could see his mouth moving in that slow, sexy way of his, but I couldn't focus on what he was saying. I was too busy enjoying how pink and puffy his lips looked, imagining how soft they would feel and how red I could make them if I just leaned in and kissed him. I scooted closer to him and caught the scent of his shampoo. He smelled so clean and I wanted to bury my head in his curls and breathe him in. His eyes seemed to darken as he gazed at me. He was so fucking beautiful that it was almost painful to look at him, like staring at the sun. Harry raised an eyebrow at me and licked his lips, and before I knew what I was doing I was leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I need you." *** Zayn finds himself drawn to one of his band mates after a game of Truth or Dare gets out of hand. The events of this drunken night lead Zayn and Harry to question everything that they thought they knew about themselves. Can love prevail when their attempts to navigate a relationship while living in the spotlight are thwarted by girlfriends, management, fans, and even the other members of One Direction? WARNING: Explicit sexuality. **1st place winner in the boyxboy category of the 2014 1D Watty Awards**

Prisoner *a Ziall fanfic* by Ashley_BLEHHHHH

Prologue: I look down at hands, which are roped to the chair, and the same goes for my feet. The metallic red liquid, drips of my busted lip, onto my blue jeans. I hear mumbling outside the door, I can't really make out what they are saying though. I really don't remember why i'm here or how I got here, but I have a feeling in my gut i'm not gonna get out any time soon. well I should probably introduce my self My names Niall Horan, and i'm 19 years old, I was just visiting my best friend Liam Payne for the summer, but I now highly doubt i will ever see him again. I wonder what they want from me, it wont be for something good though I know it. I hear the door open, and foot steps coming towards me, I dont bother to look up from my pants. I hear the terrible sound of a metal chair scrapping across the floor. The sound stops right in front of me, I slowly look up to see someone dressed in all black, black skinny jeans, a plain black shirt, a black leather jacket, black boots, yeah you get my point. The boy sitting right in front of me is beautiful, yes i'm gay get over it, brown golden eyes that make you want to jump into them and drowned in pure joy, perfectly styles hair, it looks like he spends a LOT of time on that. "so blondie, your finally awake" he smirks at me, hmm, thats a sexy smirk "why am I here?" I ask sharply, he gets up fron his seat and sits on my lap, "you are here because you are now my..." "your what?" he slowly bring his lips to my ear and whispers "prisoner"

karma || Harry Styles by orangeboyharry

"Please just let me stay here. I have nowhere to go." I beg him standing at his doorstep. "Why would I?" He snaps. I feel so small,so lonely and cold under his intense gaze. "I'll do anything. Please,Harry." I sob. "Just leave." He responds closing his door. I put my hand on the doorknob just in time,making him stop. "Please." I plea looking up at him. He looks at me like I am an abandoned dog he met on the street. "Just for tonight,please. What do you want in return?" He stares at me for a second thinking about my words. After checking his surroundings he leans closer to me. "Your body." He whispers making me froze. My eyes widen at his disrespectful wish. This is so rude and arrogant but I should have known better than coming to him. I knew this would happen. 'C'mon, Amanda it's just one night,you said you would do anything. You have no other option.' I recover,gaining my confidence back. "Okay." [WARNING: sexual content, violence, strong and explicit language.]

Broken (a Niall Horan love story) by cow_queen

"Do you feel safe with him?" the question seemed silly; in my head I had immediately laughed at it because it was so absurd. How could I not feel safe with Niall? He had turned out to be the only constant in my crazy life so far; he was always there for me through out everything. He did everything that he possibly could to help me to get to the point that I was at then. Instead of going on a rant about how much I did, in fact, feel safe with Niall, I nodded and said, "I always feel safe with him." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Navaeh is not your average teenager. Sure, she's a few months away from being eighteen, and is having trouble getting a better grade then a C in Biology, but her troubles don't end there. Niall is one fifth of the popular boy-band One Direction, and seems to be living the dream. A chance meeting brings the two together in a circumstance that leaves Niall afraid for Navaeh's safety. She harbors secrets about herself that only her and one other person know and when Niall becomes determined to break down her walls, things get complicated. A relationship is hard enough to keep as it is but when you add an unmistakably cruel family problem it gets harder. ****************TRIGGER WARNING: abuse, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts and actions. Please do not read if easily triggered.********************

Your Lips || Niam by -NiamsDirection-

[Edited + AU] "My name is Niall, and what would you like, sir?" "I'd just like to stare at this beautiful boy in front of me." "well u-uhm.. you'll have to let the other customers go first.." "Liam. The name is Liam, Niall. you have a beautiful name." "th-thanks.. but wait.. is there something on your lip." "no.. why?" "it looks like there's something on your lips..." "there's nothing.. I promise.." * * * Cover by: @njhrainbow Contains: Drama, Strong Language, Twists

Hands To Myself |z.h| by xxNikita1dxoxo

Zayn loved sex. He loved and cherished every second of it. He was addicted to the feeling you get when you reach your high, to the way his partners would scream his name in ecstasy. He loved it all. But he had a rule which he wasn't planning on breaking anytime soon: 'Never fall in love with your partner and never have sex with the same person twice.' But when an innocent looking blonde wearing tight shorts and high heels is appointed as his secretary, all his rules come crashing down as no matter how hard he tries, he can't keep his hands to himself. .. Cover by " zgnorant "

Life Of A Prostitute (Ziall Horlik) AU by BriannaLynnC98

It's not something people plan on doing nor is it something people happily do. It's a way of survival. Zayn Malik lived a life of selling his body to men and women who wanted it just so he could get by. He wasn't happy, but there was nothing else for him to do. There was no one for him. He was just a prostitute. Niall Horan was a rookie on the police field. He was fresh out of training and ready to take on this task at hand. He didn't have a hard heart like most the men he worked with. He actually cared about the people that would end up in the back of his car handcuffed. Is there a way for a young cop to help a law breaker? Is there a way for a broken man to become whole again? Is it possible for one to understand the life of a prostitute?

Survive [Larry Stylinson] by zeldadirection

"Louis. You're my guardian angel. You saved my life." I say shakily. My voice is unstable and I can't even recognize it anymore. I squeeze his soft warm hand. His eyes scan every inch of my face before gently pushing my curls back. He shakes his head blankly. Unable to pull his stare away from my lips. "No Harry." He says. "You saved mine." ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° After the sudden death of Harrys sister, Gemma, he finds himself on the top of a building in New York. Him, his mom and his horrible stepdad had lived there for the past year. The torture of his depression and recent loss caused Harry to run away from home. His plan was to commit suicide, but as he was standing on the edge of the rooftop a blue eyed guy rescued him. Louis Tomlinson. Harry then refused to return home so Louis offered him shelter. Let's just say that it sure doesn't take long for Harry to fall in love with this stranger that he's now sharing an apartment with. How would Harry have known that this boy would not only save his life, but change it forever? ~All you need to do is survive~

Sweet 16 (Liam Payne) by wessaxtroyler

Hi. I'm Audra Rayne. I live in Wolverhampton. You might not know me as... well, me. But You may be knowing Liam Payne (Obviously) from One Direction. So, you may have heard about Liam's sixteenth birthday party. (If you haven't. Then be patient because that's what I'm going to say next. Patience Grasshopper), so no one showed up and afterwards he thought everyone in his grade hated him. But no one hated him. He was very good to everyone. The only people who hated him were the high school bullies, who made sure that no one got the invitation. And how do I know that? Well, don't shove me away and hear me out, but I was one of them. Yeah, as simple as that. And to add it, the whole time he thought that I was his friend. (Wow, that makes me feel loads better.) And I was, sort of. Because after his party. I felt very guilty, very very very very very guilty. So, yeah. You probably know what happened. I left the gang of bullies and I became his friend. I had learnt my lesson. I was his only friend and he was my only friend. But he thought I was doing it out of pity. And I told him repeatedly that I wasn't. And then he finally believed me. And then. BAM. He's gone. And now he's in the biggest band in the world. And I want him back. Because... I love him.

Heads or Tails ? by burrowedandblue

*Story contains mature and explicit content* "Something wrong sweetheart ?" Harry's cocky tone only makes my blood boil more, and I don't even think before I throw my knife to his head. Of course he dodges it easily, and he quickly pulls it out of the wall and throws it right back to my face. Thankfully Zayn and his magical fucking reflexes catch it a few inches away from my head, and Harry smiles, dimples out on display, looking pretty fucking satisfied that he succeeded whatever he wanted to do. Did the fucker just try to stab me in the eye right now ? "You fucking piece of shi-" I start yelling but Zayn is quick to snap his hand to my mouth to shut me up, growling into my ear and roughly pulling me back until I'm pressed against his chest. "Shut the fuck up you dumbass ! Are you trying to get us all killed ??" he pulls his hand away and spins me around abruptly before he shoves me towards the door. "Out. Now." **** Or the one where Louis and Harry kind of hate but kind of like each other, and have to work together when their friends disappear... and then everything changes. **** Reminder: this is simply a work of fiction, this story is in no way meant to represent anyone's actual life nor does it represent my thoughts on the people whose names I use.

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Buses & Bunk Beds (Zarry) cover

Prisoner *a Ziall fanfic* cover

karma || Harry Styles cover

Broken (a Niall Horan love story) cover

Your Lips || Niam cover

Hands To Myself |z.h| cover

Life Of A Prostitute (Ziall Horlik) AU cover

Survive [Larry Stylinson] cover

Sweet 16 (Liam Payne) cover

Heads or Tails ? cover

Buses & Bunk Beds (Zarry)

I glanced over at Harry. He was looking back at me and I could see his mouth moving in that slow, sexy way of his, but I couldn't focus on what he was saying. I was too busy enjoying how pink and puffy his lips looked, imagining how soft they would feel and how red I could make them if I just leaned in and kissed him. I scooted closer to him and caught the scent of his shampoo. He smelled so clean and I wanted to bury my head in his curls and breathe him in. His eyes seemed to darken as he gazed at me. He was so fucking beautiful that it was almost painful to look at him, like staring at the sun. Harry raised an eyebrow at me and licked his lips, and before I knew what I was doing I was leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I need you." * Zayn finds himself drawn to one of his band mates after a game of Truth or Dare gets out of hand. The events of this drunken night lead Zayn and Harry to question everything that they thought they knew about themselves. Can love prevail when their attempts to navigate a relationship while living in the spotlight are thwarted by girlfriends, management, fans, and even the other members of One Direction? WARNING: Explicit sexuality. 1st place winner in the boyxboy category of the 2014 1D Watty Awards**