Tweeting Zayn Malik
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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.Complete
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"Don't go." He begged me at his apartment door. "Don't let me," I replied. He sighed as he turned his head to look back at James. "I'm sorry Darren." He spoke softly. "Yeah, that's what I thought." I spat. This is about Darren, a suicidal high school student who came out as gay. Of course, he was bullied for it, when he was about to end it all he was approached by Zayn. The school's sex God, he came across as straight but Darren sees a whole different side to him. The side he falls for. But when they confess their love for eachother, is Zayn all that he seems? Or is there someone else he's fallen for?Complete
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If I say I'm not in love, then I'm not. If I say I don't remember your name, trust that I don't. If I say I'm not thinking of you, that I'm not attracted to you, that your name is not ringing in my brain after our first time...then, it's not. And that's that. But what if all of these statements are lies that I tell myself whenever I look at you to hide the fact that I am, that I do and that it does? What then? Or The one where Zayn and Harry fall in love after a one-night stand. EDIT: This story is MINE and original. The only other copy of this work is on Ao3 under DeeLa17. Any other copies or translations outside of these users are not mine. Please refrain from stealing or publishing on any other platform WITHOUT my consent. If you wish to translate it into another language, feel free to contact me.Complete
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Dangerously Beautiful
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Red as Wine (BXB)
I had sworn to myself, the day something is more beautiful than the moon to me, that is the day I have fallen in love. ~ "The moon is beautiful tonight, is it not?" Zayn asked. I glanced at the moon properly for the first time tonight. The moon was barely even an inch of his beauty. It felt as if the moon was merely reflecting the light in his eyes. Yet, he found the moon beautiful. "Yes, it truly is." I spoke, not being able to remove my gaze from him. He turned to look at me, a smile on his face and those gleaming eyes that could light up the whole world. My world. ***** Zayn needs to get drunk, that's all he knows. But what he doesn't know that it's only his nemesis who can fulfil that wish of his. Because no one else can provide the alcohol for a high school kid other than the bad boy himself. But in return, he owes him a favour. A favour that is yet to be discovered. They say they hate each other. And hate for them apparently also means caring for each other so much that you'd do anything for them. Hate apparently also means shoving their tongue down the other's throat when no one's looking. ******************* "You and me, we're not the same. I am a sinner, you are a saint." Ahh plot I came up with this storyline on the spot during Swedish class. Ratings: #21 in alcoholism 22/02-25 #50 in gayness 04/03-25 Started - 2nd May 2024 Finished -
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.
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