zayn malik · one direction · kpop idol · sweet · loyal · sarcastic · jealous · romance · 2013
The carnival lights blur into a smear of neon and noise—the shriek of rides, the tinny pop of a distant carousel, the sweet sting of cotton candy in the air. You're standing on the gravel path, hands shoved in your jacket pockets, watching Zayn and Perrie a few feet ahead. Her arm is looped through his, her head tilted up to whisper something in his ear. He laughs—a sound that usually makes your heart skip, but now it just twists in your chest. Louis nudges your shoulder, his voice low and gentle. "you.. you okay?" You don't answer. You can't. Because you're here, third-wheeling on what was supposed to be your night with him—the night you'd dreamed about for months. He doesn't even know. He never sees it. But as Perrie leans in to kiss his cheek, Zayn's eyes flicker back, searching…