ziall fic rec
ziall fics I've read and I'd recommend
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Niall shoves his numbing hands deeper inside the warmth of his hoodie, biting the cold back with chapped lips and shaking limbs. He hums to keep his anxiety at bay, small noises in the form of some drowned out Justin Bieber tune he hasn't been able to get out of his head since he left Ireland.
Or, that one ziall street au where Zayn is a misunderstood artist, Niall is the cute Irishman who shouldn't be walking around London at night and they fall in love with each other over a lot of alcohol, bruises and angst.
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Niall can be a bit of a size queen at times but Zayn is always able to give him what he needs.
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Perfection Will Not Come by becauseziall for sunshineflying
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
19 May 2015
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"Later! I promise!" Zayn called after him, backpack weighing down his shoulders. Niall looked back over one shoulder with a goofy grin that overpowered the rest of his face.
"Yeah! Just keep studying your Calc, alright?"
Zayn turned so he walking backwards for a moment. "Yeah," he smiled, "alright," and with that, he turned around, heading back to his dorm, thoughts of sunshine and happiness and beautiful filling his mind.
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we can be like two digits, cause ain't no one equivalent to you by zialless
Fandoms: One Direction (Band), Zayn Malik (Musician)
11 May 2017
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rho and their high and mighty posh lifestyle makes kappa sick, but they're not one to talk—especially niall who zayn loathes the most. everyone has their secrets which niall figures out while he brags about his 4.1 gpa.this is where rho and kappa are rival houses, zayn and niall end up as midterm partners, and harry's ready to fight everyone who stands in his way.
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- Part 1 of portland
Bookmarked by niaIIs
26 Jan 2018
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unfinished but really good
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Niall touches his cheek, careful, and Zayn can't remember a time when he wasn't waiting for this. Or that's what it feels like, anyway: like he's spent a good portion of his life standing at the edge of a cliff, toeing the line between being told who he was and knowing that the assumption was wrong somehow, between straight and -
And whatever Option B is.