"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

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

"No, you don't get to do this." He looks at him angrily. But there's also a tinge of sadness behind those green eyes, Zayn can see that. Because even after all these years, he can still read Harry like an open book. "Do what?" Zayn asks softly, even though he knows the answer too. This isn't hurting him any less, but he knows they need to talk. He knows, if they can't get back to what they used to be, at least they need closure. They both deserve it. "This." Harry gestures the space between them with his hands. "You can't just pretend the last 3 years never happened Zayn. Because they did, and it hurt like hell." "I'm not pretending anything Harry, but I think we both know we need to talk." **** Or, where Zayn and Harry meet after 3 years and there are still some things they need to talk about.