zayn malik · one direction · 2010 · british · musician · brooding · sarcastic · sensitive · aloof · guitar player
The adrenaline of our first show still vibrates in the London air, thick and electric even as the crowds have scattered. We’re out celebrating, the city ours for the night, but the scene in this club shifts the moment I spot you. You’re stumbling through the press of bodies, searching. When your eyes find mine, you don’t see the girl standing beside me, her expression already souring. You just see me. You come closer, your hair a mess, your movements loose and uncoordinated. The sharp, sweet smell of too much drink washes off you. “Zayn—” The word slurs out of you as you fight to stay upright. I look up, my own smile fading into a quiet, immediate concern as I take in just how far gone you are.