When two people cross paths they find they are more connected than they thought, in the most unconventional way possible. Fluff: Loads Spice level: 🌶️🌶️/5 I won't say too much to give away the plot. Most of my ideas come up randomly at night when insomnia hits so enjoy. Warnings: Explicit sexual content Boyxboy Mpreg Strong Language *I don't own any of the charters or photos in the story. All characters that aren't public figures are AI-generated. I appreciate all your votes and comments. 😊

Zayn grabbed a fist full of brown curls, pulling Harry's head back while slowly tracing the outline of his face with the black gun. "Didn't someone's little plan just backfired?" He chuckeld. " I think it just did, babe." "Zayn, I can explain. Please just hear me out." "Explain?" Zayn pushed the gun inside Harry's mouth. "Didn't your parents thaught you not to speak with a full mouth? Of course they didn't, they were too busy teaching you other things, like playing with someone's emotions." He tugged harder on his hair. Harry blinkend away his tears. Who was this person? And where was the person he loved? For a second Zayn felt guilty. He took the gun out of the mouth that he became to love. How can something so sweet be so evil. So cruel? "I'm not afraid of the gun, shoot me if you have to. I deserve it. But please don't ever doubt my love for you." "Oh fuck the cheesy shit, Styles." --------- Zayn (22) only child of the inventor of The Malik's company. Harry (21) only gay son of the Styles. Harry was asked to charm his way into Zayn's life. Make Zayn fall for him and he succeeded. Little did he know that his plan wasn't full-proof, no one could stop him from falling for the hazel eyed guy. -They both live in LA, California - I made sure to finish all chapters, so I could publish it at the same time. That way you don't have to wait and I don't get to back out from another responsibility. -Zayn tops. Harry swallows.

"I think I'm falling for you. Even though I shouldn't have these feelings for you because you kidnapped me. " Zayn's eyes widened before he whispered "Stockholm syndrome." Harry bit his lip and silently nodded, looking away from Zayn. "Harry look at me." ~~A story in which Harry falls for his kidnapper, who hates him because of what he did to him. There was a reason why Harry was kidnapped... (Please go easy on me lmao this is my first story.)

He's got him in the palm of his hand. Closed in his fist, smashing all that he's worked for. His family, his job, his success and especially pride, all what was taken by the power of sex and the blindness caused by lust. But still He comes running back to the boy on his knees pleading ..to have him under him, entangled in the silk sheets. His moans are intoxicating, addicting for most but still the man chases begging for attention. Disregarding all consequences, he puts the boy first. He knows the boy is no good. Perhaps he just doesn't care. * Manipulative.

Zayn is bored with his life. He has friends, but he feels like he's the annoying one that no one likes, so he doesn't really open up to them. He loves singing, and music generally, but he also likes visual art such as photography and paintings. One day he finds himself in front of a gallery that's selling photographs and paintings to raise a fund for charity. He goes in and falls in love with a painting ... he decides to buy it, and it becomes a big part of his life. The tableau shows a boy staring straight into your soul... he's drop dead gorgeous. He lives with the feeling that he knows that person, and somehow wishes he was real! He haunts his dreams every night, and Zayn finds himself drawing the same face on his notebooks, books, sketch books... imagining his smile, his voice his laugh. The boy from the painting becomes his imaginary lover, and he can't help but think he's going crazy until one day, everything changes...

I bit down on my lip to hold back a moan that was eager to escape. I couldn't help it, his lips felt so good wrapped around my throbbing hard cock. I watched as his head bobbed up and down, his hand pumping my length in perfect rhythm with his mouth. My lips parted as I let out a short gasp as I tried to catch my breath, God this felt good. "Oh. God. Fuck. Shit!" I cursed through explosive pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer as my body began to shudder in excitement. And boy was I excited. With his mouth hollowed around me and his tongue circulating around my tip, I was ready to explode. Never had I felt so good in my life. "Oh. Damn, shit. I'm. Gunna....." Contains, R rated material. Read at your own risk. BoyxBoy material. All 'Bromances' involved. Larry, Niam, Nouis, Narry, Lilo, Zouis, Zarry, Lirry, Ziam, Ziall. ENjoy!

"Harreh, I just wanna watch you when you take it off, take off all your clothes and watch you take em off- hey, I could make that a song" Zayn and harry have always had something going on, that spark when they first laid eyes on each other. Every one knew it. But sometimes, management ruins everything. "maybe one day you'll call me and tell me that your sorry too" zayn would rather be anywhere, anywhere but without his hazza. the love never left. will they find each other again? and will management stop them ?

My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

Remember the infamous booty call between Zayn and "Crystabel Riley"... What if we had the full story of that night? This is my take on what I think could've happened between Zayn, Harry, and Crystabel. This story is only for entertainment purposes. I in no way know what actually happened or if that phone call was actually Zayn. Warnings: *Some language *Underage drinking *Sexual scenes

Harry and Zayn had been friends since college alongside with Liam, Niall and Louis. They've been in each other's backs ever since Freshman. Even though they belonged to different majors (Liam, Louis and Zayn are art majors while Harry and Niall are Music majors) they get along just fine. They find time to hang out and had fun- especially Zayn and Harry. They're always together and are close to each other. What if their closeness had lead to romantic feelings? Or where one of them falls inlove and didn't have the courage to tell the other? What happens now? Completed: May 4, 2019