A Zayn Malik Fanfic.
Winter Styles-Horan is the name. I'm 17. My dads, Harry and Niall, are founders of Storan Ale. People only tend to like me because I can get free beer and my parents are rich. I have two best friends, the first is Louis Tomlinson. We've been friends since preschool, I can always count on him to make me laugh or be my partner in crime, and boy was there crime. He's the sassiest person I ever met, but I would not want him another way. My other best friend is Liam Payne, the sweetest, shyest, most charming boy you'll ever meet. I'm pretty protective of him. He used to get bullied all the time but ever since I barged my way into his life no one messes with him because they know I'll mess up their faces. My life is pretty wild, at home and with my boys I'm sweet and caring, but at school and out on the street I'm kind of a bad girl. Not a slag, geez, I just mean nobody messes with us. Everyone avoids us. My appearance isn't exactly the most welcoming, a few piercings, tattoos, tight jeans and leather jackets, you know .. the works. I'm a bit scary actually. There is however one boy who I find tearing down my walls since he moved here. Zayn Malik.
All the love. x
*side narry & lilo
Belinda White lives in the remote village of Yeller, a place where she desires greatly to break free from. As a child she grew up with stories of "The Beast", a horrific monster her Papa encountered in his youth. But life has changed since then, Papa is dead and Mother is off with her own interests and agenda and Belinda isn't one of them. When a mysterious young man comes one night with a letter from Mother telling Belinda that "John" is going to be working in their empty blacksmith workshop her whole life changes. And "The Beast" returns with a vengance.