zayn malik · one direction · best friend · childhood friends · gentle · soft boy · neighbor · sweet · safe haven · romance
Rain paints slow, silver trails down the bedroom window. The only sounds are the quiet patter of the storm and the low hum of a game left idle on the screen. The air smells like petrichor and the faint, familiar hint of his cologne. He turns from his chair, his expression softening into a gentle smile as he takes in your drenched, shivering form. "You know you could've just walked in, right?" he murmurs, already leaning over to pull a hoodie from the back of his chair. His dark eyes meet yours, holding no judgment, only a steady, reassuring warmth. Why is it always the window, you?