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Zayn's POV

I walked through the halls as I made my way to the library. It was just another boring day at the prison and I was gonna go and have my hour at the library before lunch. Since I'll be in here for a while I might as well learn something. At least that's what I tell people. I just really want to get away from everybody in here.

I sat down at one of the tables and started to read some book I didn't really know what it was about. I continued reading through the pages when I heard something behind a bookshelf. There are never people here more than me and Steve that works here and I can see him so there must be someone else. I stood up and walked around and saw a boy standing on his toes trying to reach a book. I guess it's now I'm gonna go up to him and pick down the book for him but it was funnier to watch him.

He tried jumping a couple of times and it was really hard not to laugh. He jumped one more time but instead of grabbing the book he was out for he knocked down four others. This time I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started to laugh and his head turned to me. I could see his cheeks starting to get red.

"H-how long have you been here?" He said while trying to place the book where they're suppose to be. I walked up to him and helpled him.

"About five minutes maybe." I said and smirked at him. He frowned and looked up at the book. Just as he was about to try again I reached up and gave it to him.

"Don't want you to destroy the whole place." I said and winked at him. His cheeks started to redden even more. I chuckled and held out my hand.

"I'm Zayn." He looked down at my hand and then up at me. He shook my hand and said.

"I'm Louis." I smiled at him and then I looked down at the book he was holding. I think it had something to do with space because the cover was full with planets and that kind of things. I raised my brows at him. He looked even more embaressed now than he did before.

"So you're interested in space?" I said and took the book from him and started to walk back to the tables. He followed me and sat down in front of me. I opened the book and eyed a couple of pages but it was nothing interesting so I handed him the book again. I hadn't got an answer so I just looked at him. He took the book but he didn't say anything at first. He opened the book and started reading it. Maybe he didn't want to talk about it. I opened my mouth to say something but he beat me to it.

"No, not really." He said and continued reading. If he didn't like that kind of stuff why was he reading it? I was waiting for him to continue but as before he just kept on reading. This time I just decided to stay quite and wait until he was gonna say something more. But he didn't. He looked up at me and smiled then looked back down. I frowned and studied his face. He looked quite good actually. I wondered why he was in here. Maybe I should ask. What if he's a murderer or a rapist or something. I do not want to be friends with someone like that. Just like before, when I was about to open my mouth and ask him he spoke.

"I know, it's weird that I read this if i'm not ever interested in it." I waited for him to tell me why he was reading it but he didn't. This boy was quite strange. At first he seamed very shy but now he's just, I don't know. Strange. We sat in silence for a while. Louis was reading something he didn't was interested in and I was just looking at him. I was really curious about why he was even in prison. Maybe I should just ask him. Or is that rude? I'm in prison, what am I thinking. 

"So Louis. What are you in for?" He looked up from his book. First he looked kind of shocked but then he turned back to normal.

"Well. I've killed over 15 people and apparently people think that's wrong." He smiled at me. He must be joking. He does not look like a killer. But what if he is. He could be a sociopath or something. I just sat there quietly. I didn't really know what to say. After a couple of second Louis started to laugh. I frowned and looked at him.

"Oh god your face." He said after he had calmed down from his laughter attack. He wiped a tear from his eye.

"No I'm not a killer. I stole some money." I laughed nervously. 

"How much money did you take?" He thought for a while before he answered.

"About 4 million pounds." He said and smiled at me. I just looked at him wide-eyed. 4 million pounds?! 

"Do you still have the money?" I asked.

"Yes I do. They never found it." He said and looked all proud. Wow. When he get out of here he can live where ever he wants. I get to go home to my old flat, you can't even call it a flat, It's a rat hole. I hate it there. And I have to share it with two other people who I hate. 

We sat there talking about pretty much everything. We met in the library everyday. We had developed some kind of a relationship. We never said we were boyfriends but that's what it felt like. But since we were in prison there wasn't much we could do. We didn't live in the same hallway, we didn't even live in the same building but we would always meet in the library since it was the same for everybody. When I woke up today it was like I could feel something was wrong, but then again I am in jail. 

I walked the same way to the library as I did everyday and when I got there Louis was no where to be found. He would always be here before me because his section was in the same building. I walked up to Steve but he hadn't seen him today. I started to get worried but I sat down and thought that maybe he just over slept. After an hour I was panicking. Why didn't he show up? I stood up and started to walk to his section but I was stopped by a guard. 

"No nonono, I need to see Louis. Please let me in." 

"You are not allowed in this section." I tried to explain to the guard why I needed to see him but he wouldn't let me in. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes when I heard someone behind me.

"Are you talking about Louis the faggot?" I turned around to a smirking guy with only one front tooth. He was bald with tattoos all over his arms and piercing in his ears. The type you definitely would run into in here. 

"W-what did you say?" I stepped closer to the guy. Even though he was much bigger than me I was not afraid of him. His friend that sat behind him looked amused. The guy that had spoken to me smirked at me. 

"Don't you ever call him that again!" I almost yelled at him. The guys laughed at me. He stood up and approached me. 

"But he is a faggot, isn't he? And a whore, he'd practically do anything for just a couple of grams." They both laughed. I just stood there staring at them. I didn't know what to say. 

"Di-did you a-and L-Lou?" I couldn't even finish my sentence. The guys just grinned at me. Anger was forming in my entire body and I didn't know what to do. Seconds passed before I had the courage to answer him. 

"Well, doesn't that make you a faggot as well?" I asked him with so much hate. I stepped closer to him and at the second the last word slipped my lips his eyes darkened and his grin disappeared. The first punch was the most painful one. I groaned at the pain. I could feel blood coming out of my nose, my eyebrows and my mouth. Pretty much all over my face. When the guards finally had got him off of me I was a mess. But I still heard the last words he told me.

"Oh and your faggot friend Louis is dead by the way." I could feel the last of me leaving my body after what he had just said and that's when everything went black. 

I've been out from prison for two years now. After that guy had jumped me they decided to add six months to my punishment. The first nine months that I was out it didn't go a single day without me thinking about Louis. I was thinking about everything we had decided that we were gonna do together when we go out of there. We were gonna go get his money and just leave everything. Just run away. But that just disappeared, he disappeared from my mind. I forgot about him, he weren't a part of me anymore. After those nine months I decided that I can't keep living like this. So I moved away from my old flat that I was sharing with two of the most annoying people ever and into a new flat as far away as I could come. 

I don't know if there was something special about today but the moment I woke up I thought about Louis. Every move I took I couldn't get him off my mind. He wasn't gone after all. And he would probably never be. He will always be a part of me. It was almost like love. It was like I loved him. The stinging feeling in my heart everytime his face popped up in my head was unbearable. Why did I suddenly think of him? I was fine when he had disappeared. I didn't want to think of him every second. I knew he was gone but it was like my body hadn't given up yet. 

I turned on the stereo and turned it up on the highest volume so I couldn't hear my own thoughts. There was a banging on my roof as if the person above me wanted me to turn down the volume. I ignored it and just kept on lying in my bed. After a while I could hear the same banging but this time it was on my door. I sighed and stood up. I passed the mirror I had in my room and saw that my black hair was lazily hanging in my eyes, but I couldn't care less. I turned down the volume before I opened the door. 

"Could you pl..." We both stood there just staring at each other. No way. No this wasn't possible, no. This have to be a dream. This can't be true. 

"Louis."

"Zayn." He reached forward and cupped my face and slammed his lips on mine. I kissed back with just as much force and passion. We pulled away to catch our breaths. 

"I've been looking for you for ages." He said and looked into my eyes. I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I thought you have been dead for over three years." The tears were streaming down my face and I almost couldn't see him anymore. I couldn't stop crying, the tears just kept on going.

"Sh Zayn I'm here. Look at me, Zayn. I'm right here baby." 

"Please don't leave me ever again." I said and cried into his shoulder.

"I'm not baby. I'm not going anywhere." 

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