When Zayn Malik attends an all-boys boarding school in Cheshire, he never expects to be warned about a secret society that takes it upon themselves to collect and corrupt selected students. Zayn doesn't believe the tales, either - that is, until he is 'tapped' and has a choice to make: Run from them, or let them take him? "There are several ways," the boy started, his breath a hot, smoky caress against the smooth prominence of Zayn's collarbone, "to break a person; to own a person; to ruin a person. Normally, there is one method which is particularly efficient for each individual but for you, Zayn Malik..." The boy laughed, his index finger slowly running down Zayn's bicep as his masked eyes stared down almost lazily at him, a small smirk gracing his face. "...for you, it seems there are many - all of which I plan to overindulge in."

Beware the innocent, who knows what lies beneath that facade of nobility. © 2014, Angel. All rights reserved.

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.]