"You're jumping so high and expect me to do the same ... But I'm not ready"

Mistakes are made, secrets are exposed, blood is spilled, and rumors run free. It's all for one cause ... Survival.

Life is an ocean, and he's a bad swimmer. Hope is a boat that he cannot reach. Drowning in the middle and losing his breath, he hopes for a hand to pull him out, help him see the light.

You don't do what you're told. Bend and break, bend and break.

I glanced over at Harry. He was looking back at me and I could see his mouth moving in that slow, sexy way of his, but I couldn't focus on what he was saying. I was too busy enjoying how pink and puffy his lips looked, imagining how soft they would feel and how red I could make them if I just leaned in and kissed him. I scooted closer to him and caught the scent of his shampoo. He smelled so clean and I wanted to bury my head in his curls and breathe him in. His eyes seemed to darken as he gazed at me. He was so fucking beautiful that it was almost painful to look at him, like staring at the sun. Harry raised an eyebrow at me and licked his lips, and before I knew what I was doing I was leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I need you." *** Zayn finds himself drawn to one of his band mates after a game of Truth or Dare gets out of hand. The events of this drunken night lead Zayn and Harry to question everything that they thought they knew about themselves. Can love prevail when their attempts to navigate a relationship while living in the spotlight are thwarted by girlfriends, management, fans, and even the other members of One Direction? WARNING: Explicit sexuality. **1st place winner in the boyxboy category of the 2014 1D Watty Awards**

We’re just friends. Zayn needs to get that tattooed somewhere so he never forgets.

Manhattan sometimes feels like a dreamt-up place with its shining skyscrapers and rooftop bars. In the place that can take you to wonderland and hell simultaneously, Harry experiences love, friendship and other struggles that come with the brink of adulthood. But his world is different because there's an American Express Centurion Card in his wallet, the figurative silver spoon in his mouth and traces of white powder under nearly everyone's nose. That's Manhattan for him all thanks to his name. A Zarry AU about finding yourself in the mids of an elitist society controlled by money, power and lies. All the conditions apply even when you're just a teenager. #27 on zarry #7 on zarrystylik

Covering his eyes with his left hand, Harry sighs, interrupting his mom. "Fine, I'll bring him over. But I'm not promising anything because he has a family too and he might want to be with them." "Try your best, okay honey?" Anne chirps. "Then give me a call as soon as you know. Love you, sweetie. Good luck with exams." "Love you," Harry replies numbly, before whispering a low "Fuck" once the line is dead. Wonderful, truly wonderful. How is he going to find a boyfriend in two fucking weeks? This is karma, actual karma for lying about a boyfriend that doesn't exist. He learns about the inner workings of the human mind all day and then he goes and pulls this kinda shit himself. Christmas is either going to end up a disaster or smothered in more lies. OR - Harry needs a fake boyfriend for Christmas. Niall might have a suggestion that Harry won't really like. Enter Zayn with his dreamy eyes and a supernatural affinity to get families (including Harry's) to love him.

Zayn goes searching for inspiration, and finds it in a pair of innocent green eyes. * * * * ©2016 Prisonerwithavision

"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."