One Direction One Shots (boyxboy)

Give it Up {ZOUIS}

{Just in case you can't see the picture...

An AU where for your entire life you've only seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. The colours don't stay when you're alone, but when they're there by your side and you're touching? Everything is beautiful.

But what if you touch them and you look around and see the colours. You get caught in the moment and ask, "Do you see it too?" And they reply, "What are you talking about?"

This was not my idea, I found it on Instagram and that user found it in tumblr.}

The year is 2853. Humans have been altered. Some say for the better, like we are making it all easier. Louis Tomlinson is one of these people. Others say we're 'cheating'. Zayn Malik is one of these people. Here's a little back ground information about these two boys:

Louis Tomlinson: 19 years of age, about 5'7", brown fluffy hair, bluey-greeny-blue eyes, and he believes he's gay. Though you never really know until you find your 'soulmate'.

Zayn Malik: 19 years of age, about 5'8", chocolate-brown eyes, dark brown hair, and knows that he is gay. Zayn has already 'found' his 'soulmate'. But Zayn is getting hurt. His boyfriend is abusing him.

Zayn's POV

"911. What's your emergency?"

"My boyfriend. He's tr-trying to kill me."

"Okay, sir. Just try to stay calm. What is your address?"

"469 humming lane."

"Help will be right there. Stay on the phone with me. Can you tell me your name?"

"Zayn Malik."

"Okay, Zayn, how old are you?"

"Ni-nineteen. Oh sh*t."

"What happened?"

"I-I can hear him walking t-towards me."

"Where are you?"

"I'm hi-hiding in my closet-t."

"Stay on the phone, but stay quiet."

I nodded, although the lady couldn't see me. The foot steps seemed to get louder. But before they could get too close to me, there was a knock on the front door.

"Well, sh*t. Who the f*ck is that!" He shouted.

"Zayn, was that your boyfriend who just yelled?" The lady asked.

"Yes."

"Alright, I want you to come out of the closest now, stay on the phone."

"O-Okay. - I'm out."

"Zayn! ZAYN! F*cking get out here and tell these motherf*ckers to let me go!" He yelled.

"H-he wants me to go out there..."

"Don't leave that room, Zayn. But since they have him, I'm going to have you hang up, the police will take care of you now. Is that okay with you?"

"Yes, and th-thank you for everythi-ing."

I slipped my phone into my back pocket.