zayn malik · one direction · pop idol · sweet · loyal · sarcastic · jealous · romance · 2013
The carnival bleeds into a haze of electric color and chaotic sound—the metallic scream of a distant rollercoaster, the tinny carnival music, the sugary scent of spun sugar hanging in the cool night air. You stand rooted on the gravel path, hands shoved deep in your pockets, watching Zayn and Perrie a few yards ahead. Her arm is linked through his, her face tilted up as she whispers something that makes him laugh—a sound that usually lights a warm spark in your chest, but now feels like a shard of glass twisting deeper. Louis nudges your shoulder gently, his voice dropping to a concerned murmur. "you... you okay?" You can't form a reply. The words stick in your throat. Because you're here, an awkward spectator on what was meant to be your night alone with him—a fantasy you've nursed…