Harry Styles met Zayn Malik on a sunny morning when the bright yellow Sun fought against the gloomy dark sky and won.

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.

His name is Zayn Malik, but sometimes he likes to be called Veronica. Veronica is just a man who really likes wearing skirts to work. Harry Styles is the cocky millionaire who honestly thinks he could only ever be attracted to pretty women in women's clothing. That is, until he meets Zayn and slowly realizes he actually doesn't know a thing about himself at all. "Hello Mr. Styles. What can I do for you today?" "I'm sorry... Are you confused?" "Aren't you Mr. Harry Styles?" "Yes I am." "Then no, I'm not confused." Warnings: ⊙ Some language ⊙ Eventual sexual scenes ⊙ Death tw 15k+ comments ***** Esta historia fue traducida al español. Mira la primera de mis listas de lecturas.

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]

"What other big secret could you possibly have?"

"Who ever said love was easy?" "We can still be mates, yeah?" "Sex is fun. Double dates are....lethal." (Side Lilo) ©2015 Prisonerwithavision

Ignite my fire and leave me to burn.

"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

[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