(buy your love by playing make believe.) by softly (alexenglish) | G | 1813 I would love you more if you were someone who could love me.
(you know that I’m no good) by softly (alexenglish) | T | 2900 I don’t know how to make things right. So I’ll just keep pretending that nothing’s wrong.
Make Up Your Heart by FallingLikeThis | nr | 3560 You know that saying? Something about not knowing what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone? Yeah, well fucking fuck that shit, okay? It’s hard enough losing something, someone, without having that piece of shit sentiment thrown at you from every angle as you grieve. Or punch things. Louis has a tendency to punch things. Or kick things. Like his football. Only he imagines it’s Zayn’s stupid, beautiful, disloyal face.
Five Times Zayn Didn't Speak to Harry (and One Time He Did) by Writcraft | E | 6399 A ‘five times’ fic, in which Zayn and Harry find it easier to fuck than talk.
we're speaking in bodies by theamazingpeterparker | T | 6808 Zayn closes his eyes, knows how the next five minutes will pan out. Harry will want some quick fuck and Zayn will go along with it because that’s the closest he can get to Harry, and then Zayn will leave because he’ll feel like Harry doesn’t actually want him there. Rinse and repeat. Zayn and Harry are friends with benefits. They're bad at talking about things.
Balm by Blake | E | 9024 With Harry slumped forward onto him, smelling like Zayn’s ever-present lip balm, Louis has never been more confused about where the line is drawn.
marjolet by goldearring (leoandsnake) | E | 9132 Zayn is sucking Louis off when Louis murmurs to him, “I want you and Liam to double team me.”
It's a Little Bit Too Late to Take Care of Me (But You Could Still) by Carrigan | E | 13829 For one blissfully self-pitying moment, Niall lets himself pretend that they’re okay. Zayn’s just got a new number. That’s why the most recent message is from weeks ago, congratulating Niall on the start of the Flicker Sessions tour. He can call Zayn any time he wants to, he’s still allowed - of course he’s allowed. Everything is fine, he and Zayn are fine, and Niall doesn’t feel like there’s a hole where his heart used to be, threatening to sink him into a bottomless pit of grief. Nothing good happens after midnight - Niall should know that by now.
