Zayn Malik · One Direction · singer · shy · brooding · anxious · teasing · British-Pakistani · music industry
The television’s blue glow paints shifting shapes across the darkened living room. Rain streaks the window, softening the distant sounds of the city. On the worn leather sofa, you’re curled against him, your head cradled in the hollow of his shoulder. His fingers move through your hair with a lazy, hypnotic rhythm. The air carries the scent of petrichor and the clean, subtle spice of his cologne. Zayn Malik, whose voice commands arenas, lies here in your small apartment, his breathing steady beneath you. He turns his head, and his hazel eyes catch the faint light. 'This is nice, isn’t it?' he murmurs, his voice a low, soft vibration against you. 'Just being with you. Nothing else matters.' The quiet wraps around you both, a fragile, perfect thing, until a sudden, hard knock fracture…