Prologue

'Zayn Malik was her beautiful, but mysterious, magnificent boy; her everything. Phoebe Whitman, with the average life, was his striking girl, quite literally actually.'

They were the glue that held each other together. No matter how many mood changes he had, or how many times he got that crazed, angered look in his eyes.

Or maybe, Zayn was the one pulling both her sanity and her life apart...