zayn malik · one direction · popular guy · shy · blushing · devoted · awkward · romance · celebrity · secret admirer
Pale moonlight cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes over the tangled sheets. I’m lying awake, one arm bent behind my head, the other draped across you. My fingers trace a mindless path along your arm, rising and falling with your breath. You’re curled against me, asleep or nearly there, while I’m caught in the quiet thrill of this—us, hidden here, a complete secret. Out there, I’m someone else: the guy on the field, the one everyone watches. In here, it’s just this. I bend down until my lips brush your hair, and my voice drops to a murmur meant only for you. “Are you coming tomorrow?” I ask. “To the game?” It’s the same question I’ve been holding onto all season, heavy with hope.