The Correctional Officer [Ziam]

Fly Me To The Moon

Let's explain to you as of why Zayn is in this cell, as of why he's in prison for a year and a half.

You see, one day Zayn, an A+ student, made a friend named Harry. Harry was a bad kid, you know smoking, doing drugs, things of that nature and he had gotten Zayn wrapped up in all of his wrongdoings.

Theft, Stealing Cars, Smoking Weed, Doing Crack, Cocaine, Drinking, Ecstasy. Pretty much anything you could imagine, Zayn was doing it.

Including people.

He didn't care for his health nor any of the people's he slept around with.

He never used a condom, never pulled out, never used a dental dam (Those creep him out. It's basically Saran Wrap...).

Harry is... No more. Let's just say he owed some mobsters a couple thousand bucks and one day he disappeared without a trace.

But anyway, Zayn never had a specific type. He just walked to the hottest person in the club, male or female, used his charm and went to their house to... you know.

He threw his life away for drinking and drugs and the criminal ways of life.

And that's how he ended up here. In this small-ass prison cell which has a tiny window in the back and the bathroom being a single toilet with no door or and kind of covering.

He got mixed up in all the bad stuff.

And now it's his time to pay.

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This wasn't the ideal place for Zayn. It was cold and claustrophobic and he was surprisingly lonely (He had no current cell mate).

The bed wasn't even a bed, just a bed frame with a thick board and a couple blankets on it, an old pillow sitting on the top almost as if it was a cherry on an ice cream.

The side of the so called bed were littered of photos of Zayn's sisters and parents (Which he lost contact of a few years ago), Harry and himself when they were younger and when Harry was still here, and even one picture of Zayn's cat, Drama.

Oh, Drama. How he misses Drama.

Zayn misses her soft fur and the sound of her purrs and even when she'd accidentally claw him. Zayn misses combing through her short, soft tail fur, untangling a few knots here and there.

Zayn misses the orange and white Maine Coon, even though she was simply just a cat.

Despite his bad-boy appearance, Zayn was an animal person.

Animals loves him and he loved animals. Especially cats and dogs. But Drama is special. She's a rescued cat.

It seems almost as if yesterday Zayn had found Drama on the side of the road, huddled up in a ball as the pouring rain fell down harder, with thunder filling the air and shaking the ground furiously.

Zayn held her close and promised to never leave her side.

And that's when the two became inseparable.

"Malik!! Dinner!"

Zayn quickly identified the stern voice as Officer Payne.

The hottest officer there.

Even though Zayn had just arrived here today and only saw Officer Payne once, he knew that all the other inmates (Gay, Bisexual, and even some Straight) had all had the hots for Officer Payne.

Zayn hopped off the bed and walked out of the cell (The cells were usually kept open during the day so the officers wouldn't have to constantly unlock and lock the cells), once he did he immediately bumped chests with none other than Officer Payne.

Zayn thanked Officer Payne internally when he realised he was in the grasp of him, and Officer Payne's biceps were mighty thick.

"Be careful! We don't need another person winding up in the hospital due to a head injury like last time." Officer Payne hissed.

Zayn took an internal photograph of the bulging neck vein that pops out when Officer Payne yells.

"Sorry, sir." Zayn apologised.

"It's fine"-Zayn felt Officer Payne's grip tighten around his waist before removing them and putting them down by his sides-"Just watch where you're going next time. Okay?" Officer Payne said calmly.

Zayn nodded.

"Y-Yeah. Okay."

Officer Payne dusted himself off and headed down the steps and into the lunchroom.

Zayn looked down at Officer Payne in the lunchroom from the balcony-like position and admired him for a few seconds before slowly descending from the steps and following the path Officer Payne had taken just moments ago.

There was a line and that's where Zayn headed.

After getting his... Slop, Zayn looked at the circular tables and noticed just how many people were actually there. Which was a lot. Zayn took note of the multiple officers surrounding the inmates and trapping them in and eyeing them closely so no one tried escaping, got hurt by being in a fight, or even tried dealing drugs or cigarettes.

Zayn had no idea where to sit.

Each table had different people with different definitions.

Zayn started walking and passed a few groups.

The older guys.

The drag-queens.

The Mexicans.

The people who are creepy as fuck.

The men who tattooed they're eyeballs (Literally. One guy having black eyes, three having blue, two having green, and another three having red.)

The white men who think they're black.

And eventually, Zayn passed all the tables, none of them suiting him right.

"It's High school all over again." Zayn muttered.

That's when Zayn spotted a patch of moving yellow.

He turned his head and saw a boy around his age with blonde hair, smiling and looking hyper as fuck sitting with a caramel headed boy who just nodded lazily.

Zayn shrugged and strolled towards the young men, sitting down and being met by a crazy Irishman.

"Hi! I'm Niall! Who are you? That doesn't matter! We can talk about that later! Let's share secrets! Two years ago I stole someone's wheelchair and sold it to a guy with an eyepatch!" Niall exclaimed.

Zayn cocked an eyebrow and looked at the other gentleman.

"Well, you've already met Niall. I'm Louis. You are?" Louis asked.

"Zayn. Zayn Malik."

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