Zayn Malik was the eldest sibling in his family. He was his Father's prised possession, after their family's incredibly successful business and corporation. He carried his Father's expectations on his shoulders, and didn't know any different. Zayn upheld certain standards within himself, he lived in an extremely tidy apartment. Everything had its own place; he woke up at the same time every morning and had the same routine. He worked with his Father and worked alongside both his Father's and his own reputation. One day, when the alarm clock goes off at 7:00am, Zayn's morning breaks from a routine. He wakes up next to an amazingly good-looking stripper, with a personality like a firecracker and a radar for getting into trouble. How Zayn will ever get used to Harry Styles, he'll never know.
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The Last Dance - [A Zarry Fanfiction]
Fanfiction“Love never works. Why would it? You can have two perfect people and love will go out of its way to create jealousy or show faults and flaws that don’t need to be shown. It’s trouble.” “I like trouble.” “Pfft, you like causing trouble.” “Exactly. Th...