"Why-Why are you naked?" "I've been told that you enjoy painting naked men. Did I misunderstand?" "An aggressive sex addict and a shy, yet incredibly kinky artist falling in love with each other? I agree, that does sound a bit strange." "You're like my therapy, babe." *1st place in The Bromance Awards 2016 Zarry category *3rd place in the Holiday Bromance Awards Zarry category ©2015 Prisonerwithavision

[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

"Um...call me Harrie." *1st place in The Bromance Awards: Season Two *Highest ranking as of 12/02/17: #345 in Fanfiction ©2016 Prisonerwithavision

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 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.]