Remember Me [Z.M]
  • Reads 2,377
  • Votes 349
  • Parts 26
  • Time 3h 9m
  • Reads 2,377
  • Votes 349
  • Parts 26
  • Time 3h 9m
Ongoing, First published May 27, 2015
" Dear Zayn,

I always thought I knew what it meant to be in love.

I always thought people who let themselves be taken up with the idea of love and swept up in the fantasy were crazy and that they didn't know what they were talking about.

And then I met you and everything changed, All the things they said finally made sense and as cheesy as it sounds I actually understood those silly love songs I used to laugh at.

Slowly every part of my life became entwined with thoughts of you. 

You took over my dreams, my aimless thoughts always found their way to you.

If I wasn't talking about you I was thinking of what I'd say when I talk to you and what we would do in our beautiful imagined world.

Everything that I am includes you now. But sadly I am only a little bug and you are a garden
Yours truly, Janette."


A story of realism and the rollercoaster full of emotions, called life, in which a girl's death was the beginning of it all.
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Remember Me [Z.M] to your library and receive updates
or
#148myyouth
Content Guidelines
You may also like
Our Chemistry || ✔️ by TheRealLorraineMoore
14 parts Complete
Who knew that love could blossom in Chemistry class? When Harper and Alec engage in a mega pickup line battle, what would this little flirting lead to? Read OUR CHEMISTRY to discover the cute incidents of an ordinary teenage couple! *** "Do you like sleeping?" He said. I nodded. "Me too! We should do it together sometime." He smirked, challenging me to say a better pickup line. When I didn't say anything he laughed. "Are you a scientist? Cause I would do you on a table, periodically." He whispered in my ear, his deep voice vibrating in my mind. I blushed. I shook my head and looked at him. Rolling my eyes ever so slightly and smiling seductively while flicking his nose, I said, "Gosh, You have such a dirty mind." He blushed for a moment at the sudden touch on his nose, but the smirk eventually came back. "I don't have a dirty mind, sweetheart. I just got a sexy imagination." *** Reviews: "It's really cute for a short story... I'm impressed there are no grammatical mistakes...Nice ;)" By @pattachan, a beautiful person! "Hey! I thought your story was short and sweet and entertaining! 😀 I enjoyed it!" By @spratelymac, whose books I've come to adore. *** Read this story, and don't forget to VOTE!!❤️ Completed ✔️ Kinda immature but bear with me! I was a kid with no idea what love is, when I wrote this😂 Warnings ⚠︎ A little swearing but no larger mature themes All rights reserved Copyright©2018 Lorraine Moore
If You Love Me by sunflowerboulevard
48 parts Complete Mature
In the first second that I laid my eyes on you, everything that I have ever wanted out of life flashed right before my eyes. I could envision us going on picnics, stuffing our faces until we felt sick, holding hands until there was nothing but sweat between us, and introducing you to my parents in hopes that they would love you just an ounce of the way that I loved you. I could see us fighting over the remote only to end up not paying attention to the television program at all. And most of all, I could see you meaning something special to me- being that one consistent person in my life. But that second soon ended and I did not even know your name. Avery Davenport is an artist chaos. On the outside, a girl with her head in books, paint on her fingertips, and one foot in front of the other. On the inside, a girl with hate in her heart, regret in her veins, and self-loathing in her every system. Following a tragic turn of events, she begins to spiral. A tragic and fatal ending that she didn't have the answers to completely causes her to unravel. Pain slowly begins to be masked in the beds of the boys she meets, in her dark and quiet room, and subsequently on the ledge of her dorm room balcony. She didn't believe in hope or happy endings, never having conjured up one for herself or others, not until she met him. Dean Carter is all things remarkable. On the outside, a boy with ironed clothes, hair always perfected, and an ever dashing smile that could melt one's every sorrow. On the inside, a boy with cognizance in his brain, hope in his veins, and loneliness in his heart. Everything in his life has happened according to plan. His every happiness stems from medical books, sunsets, and seeing his loved ones smile. He has never been in love, never so much as thought about a girl beyond what left her lips, not until he met her. Please read the foreword for trigger warnings and disclaimers. Copyright © 2021 sunflowerboulevard, All rights reversed.
Catching Feelings. by afearlessdaydreamer
22 parts Complete
THIS IS A VERY OLD STORY THAT MY 14Y/O SELF WROTE AND IT'S BASICALLY ANGST AND CLICHÉ AND I HATE ZAYN AND 1D PLEASE DON'T READ THIS. Dear life, No matter how, or from where I start telling my story, it would still sound cliché. After all, it's depressingly common. But I believe that everybody has a choice in how to tell their story, and the way of telling it is what matters. I won't sugar-coat it. I won't say that my journey with you was all sunshine, and no rain; where anything could be solved by a song, because that's not the truth. The truth is as simple as: I hated you. Every time you knocked me down, somehow, I managed to stand up again, but living you was like walking a fine line: I had no idea when I would fall and break my neck. I didn't choose you; I was forced to live you. But you're like swimming in the deep end of the ocean; at any second, a wave would crash over me and I would drown and float away. You have succeeded to swallow me under and pull me apart many times, and I give you credit for that. I wasn't a very tough kid back then, though, because I had nothing to hold on to. My mother gave up on my father and me, and after a while, I gave up on you. But God wanted a different ending to my story, so he threw 'him' into the chaos I call my life. He smiled, and saved me. I found solid ground. And just like that, everything started to make sense again. "I'm Zayn," he said, but to me, it sounded more like, "I'm your saving grace," then, I was catching feelings. I saw the good in you, and he showed me the good in me. That was all it took to save me: a smile. Now, every word, every touch, every kiss gives me one more reason to hold on to you, so I guess I'll be here for a while. And until I'm gone, all I want is to make him happy. I'm living for him, and it's the best way to live. Life, please, make him happy. Let him know that I like my choices, and I hope he likes his. With love, Lexie Grey.
You may also like
Slide 1 of 10
An Extraordinary Life cover
Zaddy's Baby Girl (BWWM) (Interracial)  cover
Our Chemistry || ✔️ cover
SWEET REVENGE cover
Better Than Words cover
If You Love Me cover
Catching Feelings. cover
You And I (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) cover
The Trouble with Trust [COMPLETED] cover
Foreign // z.m. cover

An Extraordinary Life

36 parts Complete Mature

My fifty years of good or bad heartfelt life experiences written in honest, bold and direct expressions. I believe my purpose and mission are to live a passionate life and share my interesting story with the world to inspire and touch people in many ways. I took two years to write and two years to revise and edit it with the help of my third child and two professional editors. After being turned down and advised by hundred of publishers to turn my story into a novel. I kept trying but couldn't do it as it is not in me. So until last September my very special new family doctor agreed to be my first reader and gave me good comments with excitement, I decided to self publish it with the help of my youngest child. I hope to grow as a writer, and be able to share more stories with you all. During the ten years wait, I have moved out from the unsafe home and living a wonderful and happy life that I am ready to write and share my An Extraordinary Life and it continues with you all. Please tell me how you truly feel about it and share it.