A.N: SORRY! Please dont kill me! I know i havnt been on in AGES, but lifes a dick and so is tumblr. XD I missed you guys, do you still love me? I hope so, so enjoy this story ok!
The British Aysylum. (larry, zaill) prologue.
Asylum of Britain in London.
"We have a new inmate here, number 232677. He came from the British asylum in Ireland. He will stay with number 165616. Now get back to your rooms." A man says as he checks his pocket watch, pushes a blond boy forward and exits.
Everyone starts filling back to rooms, whilst number just stayed there. "Follow me." Says a tan looking boy, he had amazing chocolate eyes, his hair sit nicely on his head, the black locks brush his forehead, his features are chiselled and strong. "Please." He says, at that moment 232677 realised he hadn't moved so he started to follow.
They walked down a dark corridor, each room had two numbers engraved on the doors and the halls only light was from dim gas lamps along the walls. The boy stop in front of a room with the numbers 165616 and newly engraved 232677 on the front, a guard standing by the door opened the door and let them in. the tan boy sat on the bed furthest away from the door, it also had a screen around it shielding it from the window, I sat on the other bed and looked out the barred window at the clouded sky. London filled with carriages and horses ran quickly below, whilst we sad here slowly dying inside and being tormented for no reason, number 232677 thought.
"As your room mate maybe I should tell you my name and why I'm here?" the tan boy said looking at 232677 from behind his screen still hiding from the window.
"Yes, that would be helpful. I could return favour as well." Number 232677's voice was brilliant, soft Irish accent, syllables rolled of his tongue and into the air like a lullaby, his mouth moved nicely as he spoke and his soft face was sweet looking. Number 165616 knew this boy was kind and decided in that second he could trust him; he could even maybe be his friend.
"My number is 165616, my name is zayn Malik. I'm from Bradford. I was put in here after killing my whole town by accident." Zayn said he looked at the blond boy, he noticed he stiffened slightly but didn't move back or try to move away from the other boy. "I told them the truth and they sent me here."
"What's the truth?" the blond boy asked in almost a whisper.
"I'm-m a….. I'm a w-were wolf, I know it sounds dumb but I am. They called me a lunatic and threw me in here, ironic Luna means moon and that is what started all this, well sort of. A woman in my town was a werewolf and she bit me, when I turned 18 I changed and killed half the town. She was never caught; they never even thought it could be female. What a cruel kingdom we live in, I wonder what our queen Victoria was doing as my town was ravished by the wolf's plague.
"I'm not sure what she was doing, but god I hope she knows how to protect herself from the powers that put us in here." The Irish lad said.
"Us?" zayn asked, his hands resting on his chin with his elbows on his knees. The Irish lad leaned forward to talk better to the wolf boy.
"Yeah. I'm Niall, I'm from Mullingar in Ireland, and it's nice to meet you." Niall says, zayn nods as a return to his greeting. "I was attacked by a vampire; I will change in four days when I turn eighteen. I was locked up because I was trying to protect everyone, I told them to lock me away keep me in a room alone. I just don't want to hurt anyone…" Niall looks at zayn who's smiling at him, wow his smile was amazing.
"So we both want to protect people from our demons, I didn't want you as a roommate as I thought I might have an accident and attack you. I now know you will be able to protect yourself, that's a good thing and I am in the same position. We are both saved by our demons really." Zayn states as he lies down on his bed and softly closes his eyes, Niall copies.
"Yeah, good night zayn." Niall whispers as sleep pulls him in, his hands wrap around his body and he drifts of to the sound zany's voice.
"Good night Niall." Zayn repeats, now knowing that the boy is asleep. "And may the gods save your soul, please god don't let him have therapy tomorrow. He perfect and innocent, don't let them hurt him." Zayn pleads softly as he drifts off.
In another room, with the numbers 165998 and 61898 on the door.
"So Zayn's sharing with the new inmate, I wonder if that means he'll be eating with us tomorrow." Liam, number 61898 says.
"Yeah, I hope so he seems nice." Harry, number 165998 says happily. Harry turns to the space next to him smiling and nodding. "Louis says he thinks this boy will help us and that h seems lovely." Harry's legs swing against the side of his bed, Liam's lying down reading as he talks.
"How is Louis?" Liam asks, as harry turns the page for him using his telekinesis, meaning he can move objects with his mind.
"He's fine." Harry reply's, turning and lying down facing the wall, he leaves a space between the wall and his body so Louis will lay there. Harry drapes his arm around air; it hovers where Louis invisible body sits. "Goodnight Louis, I love you." Harry says sleepily drifting off. "Night li."
"Good night Harold." Liam says, Harry turns off the light, puts a bookmark in Liam's book and puts away without either moving a muscle. The whole building went quiet as all of the inmates were hit with sleep. Many inmates where very sane, but because people didn't want to believe they were thought of as s lunatics, many would say this was injustice but some would say it was the best thing that ever happened to them. When your outcast the one thing you need is a friend, so to be put with many like yourself can save you from the most dangerous thing there is, yourself.
chapter 1 soon.