"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

Zayn had everything under control. He doesn’t get distracted by customers, and he definitely doesn't let it effect his studies. Work is work. Until a mysterious business owner comes into the club demanding his attention.

"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."

When a haunted house becomes a home. (Finished in 2014)

He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with the enemy. Zayn jawad malik is one of the most puissant and the youngest under-the-counter alive on the earth. Harry styles is the one who’s chosen to arrest this drug lord.

harry was just like any other boy his age. Sure he didn't have many friends but at least he had one. One friend was good enough for him. He was happy with this friend but the other kids treated him as a freak. harry didn't understand why. A part of him thought that it was because he was so different from others but it didn't matter. As long as he was with his friend, he knew everything was going to be alright. At least harry thought everything was going to be alright. He remembered being out on the yard playing with his friend. He remembered a black car driving up to his house. He remembered his parents both crying in each others arms. He remembered being taken to the hospital. harry wasn't sick. He didn't have to be in hospital. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him. He went to school just like every other kid, he did his work just like everyone else, he even did his chores with minimal complain. But there was one problem. That friend wasn't real.

-zarry -ziam

"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

"سحرني اداؤك و جمالك سيدي الفنان.." "في اي قاموس اضعك؟؟من العشاق ام المجانين؟؟" "من العدل ان أنسب لكلا القاموسين عندما أراك" "انت تجتاز حدوداً وضعها القدر و المجتمع بيننا" "أن القدر جمعنا لأننا خلقنا لبعضنا" "كم من السهل التلفظ بكلمات الحب و العشق عندك سيدي" "مثل سهولة وقوعي بحب عينيك الخلابتين"

[Halfway edited, a mess of a story tbh, my beloved first] "Because you're a social worker. You jerk people's feelings to the surface, and pick at them and pick at them until that person has nothing left. They're broken and alone. Then you fill them to their skulls with pills, saying now they can go about their normal lives, and that they're healthy. Nothing but lies." "It's one of those things that's....dangerous yet alluring. Awful yet lustful." His eyes said so much more than he did. In his eyes, I didn't see the same man I saw at a glance. This man was emotionally damaged, and so, so sad. {*CAUTION*:Story contains BOYXBOY and other things of that nature, BAD LANGUAGE, as well as SUICIDAL references, actions, and VIOLENCE.} {*HALT*:Story also contains a decent amount of LARRY along with ZARRY} ©2014 Prisonerwithavision