Adopted by Ziam
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- Parti 2
Hey Hey Hey!!! my names Kat and I hate gays. I hate them because I use to have two dads and they were gay but the abused me everyday of my life so when the police found out I was taken to a foster home by the way I'm 18 years old. I'm British, Irish,and American. well I gotta go so bye :-) :-) :-) :-)
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Burnt Cigarette {Ziam} (boyxboy)
I made a wrong move... no no no. I made the worst move I could ever make. Why? Was I feeling daring? Did I want a challenge? I don't know what was going through my mind but I knew I wanted you, I wanted your hot impure body to mine and I wanted and still desperately want to know if you love me. I want the smoke you breath to fill my lungs, my heart intoxicated by your every vibrant nature and action. I want to be the one you hold close to your waist, your dark nature diminishing whenever I'm with you, a sly smirk to cause a blush on my cheeks, the same smirk I use to despise on you but for an entirely different reason. But at the moment you are gone, doing god knows what, probably without me on your mind, probably living your life like you use to Happy But me? I am about as dead, lifeless and tired as one of your Burnt CigarettesCompleta
Captive (Larry)
"Where am I?" "Don't worry about it." "I need to get home to Harry." "Shut the fuck up."Completa
Move In With Me ?
how far will you go from love ? how much you can hate someone ? was it really hate ? " Now that you are here with me am i suppose to hate you ?"Completa
Do You Remember? Ziam <3
He was My best friend. He Moved Away. My life sucked ass. He moved Back. He doesn't remember. My life broke into a million pieces. He doesn't remember me.. I love him. And he doesn't remember...Completa
Don't let me go(niall horan fanficton )
Hi I'm Angela I'm 17 years old and I'm in the twelfth grade. I cut . I'm fat . I'm ugly . I'm worthless . I'm me .Everyone thinks I'm the one who is always happy but in the inside , im dying . I've been abused my whole life. I've been bullied since the third grade and I've been cutting since the 7th grade .I want it to be normal again,like it was in the past. I use to have a best friend but we grew apart . Now The only persons that helped, helps me get through this they don't kne that I exist . They're Niall,Liam,Louis,Harry, Zayn. Yeah I know it's corny but I love them . To you they might be gay ugly worthless but to me there my everything . they will always have apiece of my heart just for them.Completa
deep enclosure - ziam short story
even the lone wolf experiences sorrows- zayn hasn't left his apartment for four years. not since his parents were killed out there. it's not safe, the outside world is full of sorrow and death. liam is overly self conscious. he loves the way he thinks people will want him to be. but at night, when he runs off to places with the type of people he wants to be, he hides himself under a different name, and lives. the two meet in a very simple way, but have the most complex, beautiful impacts of the others life.Completa
Fool's Gold - Narry Storan
I'm kicked out of my own home for being gay, this is utter stupidity! I'm only 18, what am I supposed to do in the big world? My parents don't want me. And they won't fund my college tuition anymore... Where am I supposed to go?Completa
Will you make me happy?/Niall Horan
Hi this is Alesia. I have a sad story.I tryed to move on.Not that easy.Well you will hear it soon.I leave with my parents and grand father.There used to be even my brother but i lost him.Sinc then my parents forgot i was still here.I had only my grand father.He really help me but god doesn't looks like likes me.My grand father got sick and he is in hospetal.Now i leave with my parents.I hate leaving with them.They don't like it too. Before 4 months i got a job.I am the photoshoter of some people.I like this job.Even thought i haven't fineshed school i have time for this job. Sometimes they got me to show them in cute places on my country.By the way i leave in Italy.I love here. Thoes 4 months have been better i didn't have to spend much time with my parents.I like this fact.Wait i love it. I always go to my grand father every day to meet him.He is the only one left for me. I don't have much friends.Well i don't have friends.Completa![One Touch[Ziam Fanfic]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/3928866-256-k648810.jpg)
One Touch[Ziam Fanfic]
At first I don't say anything. Liam seems cold. Distant. Nothing like the old Liam I knew. Loved as a best mate. "What's gotten into ya, bro?" "Besides your dick, eh?" Liam shook his head. "Don't you ever go online? Read the stuff about us? See the types of photoshopped pictures going around on the web, hmm? How I'm a bottom, and you're always the one shagging me? It only makes things worse when you touch me like you love me." "I do lo---." "You shu' up, now!" Liam yelled. "I am not joking here, Zayn. Don't touch me, don't look at me. Just keep your filthy paws to yourself, okay? There is no Ziam, or whatever the hell they call us now. I am not gay, Zayn!"Completa
Round 2
I'm ur everyday guy... everyday 22 year old... just an everyday cousin... everyday Andy... just an everyday babysitter. My cousin Liam has to visit my aunt. Apparently she got into a car accident. There's always something going on with that women. Now, I'm taking care of his band mates. Once again! This time, I'm prepared... sort of. Maybe it will be easier... or more difficult. Anyone else up for Round 2?Completa
I made a wrong move... no no no. I made the worst move I could ever make. Why? Was I feeling daring? Did I want a challenge? I don't know what was going through my mind but I knew I wanted you, I wanted your hot impure body to mine and I wanted and still desperately want to know if you love me. I want the smoke you breath to fill my lungs, my heart intoxicated by your every vibrant nature and action. I want to be the one you hold close to your waist, your dark nature diminishing whenever I'm with you, a sly smirk to cause a blush on my cheeks, the same smirk I use to despise on you but for an entirely different reason. But at the moment you are gone, doing god knows what, probably without me on your mind, probably living your life like you use to Happy But me? I am about as dead, lifeless and tired as one of your Burnt Cigarettes
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