"Something is seriously wrong with me. It's like I'm living two different people's lives. I can see what he sees. I can feel what he feels. This is big."

"I think I saw Jesus last night..." Warning: Story contains mild drug use/references along with sexual content and bad language. Story also contains a decent amount of ZIAM in the beginning. ©2015 Prisonerwithavision

Things in Zayn's life haven't ever gone exactly as he planned and as a result, he's forced to move back home and face the facts: It just wasn't meant to be. Between looking for love and trying to kick his smoking habit, the last thing he expects is for a certain curly haired and optimistic blind man to walk into his life and turn it completely upside down. And though he has already chalked his life up to be nothing but a complete failure, he learns that not everything about himself is as overbearingly disappointing as he thinks it is. He has always had so much to give. But sometimes it just takes a blind man to help him see. *** Where Zayn teaches Harry the meaning of colors. Warnings: ▶ Some Language ▶ Eventual Sexual Scenes 8k+ Comments

Harry is your not-so-typical high school student who meets a bad boy at a college party. Cue drama. Bottom!Harry as always ❦ ꒰ ⑅ discontinued ꒱ ˖♡

"Stop acting like you know me."

"What other big secret could you possibly have?"

"Harry this isn't healthy. You're obsessed. I can't believe you go to all that trouble just to look at him." "Of course I do," "I have to." "I love him."

[completed] summer of the 1960's !!! zayn moves to utah and has new friends, and his first boyfriend, harry who loves cherries. (lower case intended) © lunarcissus & nicolette-o 2016

"I will hurt you, angel." Zayn grits his teeth as my nails dig into his back. but I don't want gentle. I want to be corrupted. I want to be tainted with lust. with our sin. as our bodies move in synchrony, I know that I'm falling deeper and deeper for him. and I don't know how to stop it." a love story could begin anywhere, but for me, it started with lust. i don't own the story, just my characters.

He's got him in the palm of his hand. Closed in his fist, smashing all that he's worked for. His family, his job, his success and especially pride, all what was taken by the power of sex and the blindness caused by lust. But still He comes running back to the boy on his knees pleading ..to have him under him, entangled in the silk sheets. His moans are intoxicating, addicting for most but still the man chases begging for attention. Disregarding all consequences, he puts the boy first. He knows the boy is no good. Perhaps he just doesn't care. * Manipulative.