Living life in a prison wasn't always fun, meeting new people who have claimed to be innocent or just some that admit to their crimes. Harry Styles was known as the Hot headed murderer, in others eyes that is. He was a pretty nice lad, always smiling and bro hugging his two mates that were locked up a little longer then he has been. 23 years old and still serving another 20 years for the murder of his uncle. Not only did this prison contain violators and murderers that were out for fresh meat but these other inmates had their own business to keep up with. Everything was going smoothly, Harry being tatted with his random ideas, his hair flowing down passed his shoulders, dimples out on display. People do admit from time to time that they would love to make Harry's theirs, knowing that he wouldn't budge in a bit for that. There was no such things as being someone's 'Bitch' in this prison. Little did Harry styles know was that it was time for inmates to switch off to other prisons. Knowing that he was up for the change since he had heard about being moved to another. But he was most certainly not ready for Bradford's prison cells where the men lurk for a bottom...Not only a bottom but a certain pretty boy who doesn't belong in their prison.

Zayn grabbed a fist full of brown curls, pulling Harry's head back while slowly tracing the outline of his face with the black gun. "Didn't someone's little plan just backfired?" He chuckeld. " I think it just did, babe." "Zayn, I can explain. Please just hear me out." "Explain?" Zayn pushed the gun inside Harry's mouth. "Didn't your parents thaught you not to speak with a full mouth? Of course they didn't, they were too busy teaching you other things, like playing with someone's emotions." He tugged harder on his hair. Harry blinkend away his tears. Who was this person? And where was the person he loved? For a second Zayn felt guilty. He took the gun out of the mouth that he became to love. How can something so sweet be so evil. So cruel? "I'm not afraid of the gun, shoot me if you have to. I deserve it. But please don't ever doubt my love for you." "Oh fuck the cheesy shit, Styles." --------- Zayn (22) only child of the inventor of The Malik's company. Harry (21) only gay son of the Styles. Harry was asked to charm his way into Zayn's life. Make Zayn fall for him and he succeeded. Little did he know that his plan wasn't full-proof, no one could stop him from falling for the hazel eyed guy. -They both live in LA, California - I made sure to finish all chapters, so I could publish it at the same time. That way you don't have to wait and I don't get to back out from another responsibility. -Zayn tops. Harry swallows.

"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

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]