It's the morning of the X Factor auditions in Manchester. It's raining and Zayn Malik is stuck in front of a guy dressed as Britney Spears. He's ready to peace out but Harry Styles can't wait to go in. He's not being smug, but he knows he can sing, so when the judges say no, he's devastated. Zayn finds him crying in the toilets before his audition and realises that he doesn't want it that bad. Four years later and Zayn's living in East London and about to graduate from Central Saint Martins while Harry's in a band and living in Camden. Their lives couldn't be more different, but when their paths cross again will they get what they want this time?

Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see. That’s what his father always tells him with that smile of his, the one that says, I’ll tell you that much, but the rest will cost you. Harry never knew what he meant, but he gets it now that he’s sitting in the dim bar of another hotel he won’t sleep in, the ice melting in his £18 gin and tonic. He doesn’t even like gin and tonic, but it’s all part of the game. And it is a game. It has to be, because if it isn’t that means he doesn’t enjoy it and he does.

Harry hates his English lit teacher but grows quite fond of poetry

I glanced over at Harry. He was looking back at me and I could see his mouth moving in that slow, sexy way of his, but I couldn't focus on what he was saying. I was too busy enjoying how pink and puffy his lips looked, imagining how soft they would feel and how red I could make them if I just leaned in and kissed him. I scooted closer to him and caught the scent of his shampoo. He smelled so clean and I wanted to bury my head in his curls and breathe him in. His eyes seemed to darken as he gazed at me. He was so fucking beautiful that it was almost painful to look at him, like staring at the sun. Harry raised an eyebrow at me and licked his lips, and before I knew what I was doing I was leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I need you." *** Zayn finds himself drawn to one of his band mates after a game of Truth or Dare gets out of hand. The events of this drunken night lead Zayn and Harry to question everything that they thought they knew about themselves. Can love prevail when their attempts to navigate a relationship while living in the spotlight are thwarted by girlfriends, management, fans, and even the other members of One Direction? WARNING: Explicit sexuality. **1st place winner in the boyxboy category of the 2014 1D Watty Awards**

Zayn Malik was always different compared to the other children as he grew up. He was never understood, and in turn never understood the others, so he lived in his dream world of doodles, colours and drawings. He finally reaches out to the tall, curly haired Harry Styles, but how will the popular Harry react to the quiet boy who everyone thought was mute? Zayn has so many more problems then Harry could ever understand, but how can Harry try to help the brown-eyed boy, when he barely speaks a word? [A Zarry Stylik Fanfiction that contains triggers of abuse and bullying.]

He was the teacher... He was the class bad boy... He was Irresistible. Zayn Malik was known throughout Greater Bradford High School as the bad boy. When he’s in lessons, he barely listens, talks back to teachers and his quick temper lands him in many quarrels, with both teachers and students. Harry Styles is a young teacher. He is wracked with nerves as he starts his first day of teaching at Bradford. He was prepared to handle all kinds of students, but he wasn’t prepared for this… [Contains triggers]

Zayn dreams of green. A green so familiar, so pale, he can't quite figure out where the color's from like a word balancing on the tip of his tongue. When he closes his eyes there's always a flash of green before the dark overtakes him and swallows it up, unforgiving and unavoidable; Zayn isn't sure if he wants to save the color, fearful of the day it'll fade out of his memory like the old photos of his grandfather that have turned a dirty yellow, or run away from the way his stomach twists every time he sees it. Or, when Zayn and Harry sleep together but not in that way.