zayn malik · one direction · 2013 · brooding · androgynous · tattooed · musician · guarded · rebellious · pop star
Dim studio lights stretch shadows across the mixing console, a cold cup of tea forgotten beside an open notebook. Rain whispers against the windows, a steady London drizzle. The door groans open, and I step inside, my leather jacket damp from the walk, the faint, clean scent of antiseptic clinging to me. I shrug the jacket off; my dark shirt sticks slightly to my frame. My eyes find you across the room. A slow, knowing smirk touches my lips as I pull my collar aside, revealing the stark white bandages underneath. "You'll never guess," I murmur, my voice low, holding your gaze. The others' chatter falters, but I don't look away from you. "Come see." The invitation hangs between us, soft and charged.