Him ( a Ziall love story ) /!\ On hold /!\
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  • Reads 2,467
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  • Parts 23
  • Time 58m
Ongoing, First published Nov 15, 2015
Mature
Niall is 15. He is homeless. It was his choice, well, almost. 

Zayn, 19 years old, rich, he wants ( and likes ) to help people.

Their story started the day Zayn found little Nialler unconscious in an alley.

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First of all, this is MY story. This comes out of MY head, so please, I don't want to see this story anywhere alse than in MY Wattpad account. Please, respect that. Thank you.

Also, as you may or may not know, my first language isn't English, but French. 

This is my first story in English, so please, be tolerant :) 

If I am publishing this story here, it's because of 2 reasons. Partly because my friend wanted me to publish it. And also because I think that yeah, I should publish it. 

Hope you will like it. :)
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