Haro, Haro, Haro! (Don’t Call It a Breakout)
by thebeehive
Pairing: Zayn/Liam
Rating: Explicit
Summary:
Liam watched in stony silence as the prison guard slid open the heavy metal door of his cell.
“And here’s your home for the next, oh, I don’t know. At least ten fucking years.” The guard laughed as he unlocked the cuffs from Liam’s wrists and shoved him, none too gently, inside the tiny cell. “Say hello to your new friend.”
“Friend? No, no - there’s been a mistake. I was supposed to room by meself-” Liam protested.
The guard just laughed as he slid and locked the door behind him. Liam turned back to see that his new cell mate, a man of average height and long dark hair, had his back to him. He was actually taking a piss in the metal toilet in the corner of the cell.
The cell mate finished his business and turned around. The first thing Liam noticed were his wide dark eyes. The second thing was the red wolf head tattooed right at the base of his throat; the collar of the hideous yellow jumpsuit he wore framed the tattoo perfectly.
“No, no - fuck this. No - I can’t room with him!” Liam turned but the guard was long gone. Oh fuck, he thought.
(Or, Liam and Zayn are in rival gangs and are put together in the same cell on an island prison).
