Strong. ~ Ziam AU

Chapter 1. Hello im Zayn

Hello guys! How are you doing? So the picture above ⬆️ is what Zayn is supposed to look like (hot as always 😏😉) and so yeah. Hopefully you can get your imagination running ;)

So ill have the first chapter (and maybe the second) up so you can get an idea what this is going to be about and hopefully you stay with me. Im planing on finishing at least one of my other stories and until then will i start writing on this one.

So...*drumrolls* here's the first chapter ☺️
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Liam.

"Move it!" A guard shouted as i paused for a second to stare at the people inside of their cells. This wasnt right. I wasn't supposed to be here. I was still on trial and therefore, i belonged on the ones near the entrance.

So why was a brought here? This was where all the criminals were. And for sure, i wasn't one.

Somewhere in the distance someone whistled. Faces we're pressed against cell doors just to get a good look at me. Some were covered in tattoos, others in piercings and quite a few were stoned. Though i had no idea how they could sneak the drugs in.

"Welcome to the club, Princess," someone laughed and puckered their lips making kissing noises. I cringed back in disgust. Seemed like i was going to have to use my boxing training here.

The guard pulled on my shoulder.

"Home sweet home," he laughed causing me to roll my eyes. "And i hope they beat the shit out of you," he growled as he shoved me into a cell. Thankfully I fell on my bum. Asshole.

"Whats your name lad?" I turned to see a man with grey hair perched on the top bunk-bed. His smile was warm but eyes blazed with boldness. Okay. I made a sidenote not to mess with him.

"Liam, Sir," i took a small step forward and he sighed. He slowly jumped off the bed and i was surprised he didnt break anything.

"Don't let the hair fool you, son," he smiled, crinkles forming at the edge of his eyes and mouth. I smiled. He reminded me of my dad for some reason.

"Don't let the beard fool you either," I scratched the side of my face, feeling the stubble. He laughed and sat down on the lower bed.

"Come, sit. Im George by the way although some call me Geo," he said as i took a seat next to him. He didn't seem bad but that didn't mean i could keep my guard down.

"So why are you here?" He frowned. "You dont seem like a bad young boy," he pointed his finger at me. I shrugged. Would it even matter if i was or wasnt? I'm here anyways. Might as well tell him the truth.

"I supposedly kidnapped a five year old and now the police cant seem to find her," i drew quotes in the air. He whistled.

"But you weren't involved in this?" He asked as he scratched the back of his head in confusion. I shook my head. As a matter of fact i was trying to help her. But this is what you get for trying to be like superman, Liam.

I sighed. Why did this have to be so messed up?

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Zayn.

I hid my pen under my sleeve as some guards walked outside of my cell. Like i could escape. I scoffed. One of them, Louis was his name, turned to look at me and raised his round eyebrow at me.

"What are you doing here, Malik?" He asked as he leaned on the cell door. He was actually a nice lad. If I weren't in this place, i would totally be his friend. But no. I have to stay in this fucking place for twenty more years. Great.

"Probably getting stoned," his guard sidekick smirked. He could be annoying at times but he wasn't bad.

"Shut up, Harold," Louis smacked the side of his arm and chuckled.