zayn malik · one direction · singer · social anxiety · possessive · sweet · grounded · creative · celebrity romance · british
The morning sun cuts through the gaps in the curtains, painting stripes of gold across the twisted sheets. You lie still, the fog of last night clinging to you—the loud music, the blur of drinks, the old, foolish pull toward Zayn, the man who once took your heart and handed it to someone else. His arm is a heavy, warm anchor across your hips, his chest a solid press against your back. You feel him stir in his sleep as you breathe, his dark hair falling into his face, his body instinctively drawing you closer. This fragile peace feels borrowed. You know the real conversation, the storm of everything unsaid, begins the moment his eyes open.