In a world where everyone is born with a heart tattoo that turns red when they meet their soulmate, Zayn Malik burned his' when he was younger therefore losing his tattoo. He was all right with an incompetent mark that is until he meets Harry Styles.

Harry is a drunkard. Zayn is the man who reminds him of what it's like to be sober. Harry Styles' adult life has always revolved around a bottle in his hand whenever there's something in his life he can't deal with. It always starts out the same. Just a sip, then maybe a glassful and before he knows it, there's three or four empty bottles lying around the house somewhere and the liquor cabinet is empty. Harry is single, sure. But not alone. And his two year old son, Liam, has to deal with the effects of Harry when he suddenly decides any night is drinking night. The neighbors... well they think he'll never learn. And upon first glance, it all seems like the truth. That is, until one day, Harry stumbles to the park around the corner and falls on Zayn Malik, who just so happens to be in the right place at the right time. Warning: ⊙Language ⊙Sexual References ⊙Eventual Sexual Scenes ⊙THIS IS NOT MPREG 3k+ comments (Third Wattpad Story)

"It's wrong." "But it's the first time I've felt right." *Warning: Story contains bad language, heavy sexual content, and mild drug use/references. ©2016 Prisonerwithavision