Zayn's POV:
Music trickles through my headphones as I work out. Pressing my palms against the floor, I perform a series of push-ups. The weight digs into my back every time I straighten my elbows. Exhaustion sets in, but I'm glad for the music, which pushes other distractions out of my head and keeps me focused.
'Cause you've got that one thing.
So get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
I don't, I don't don't know what it is
But I need that one thing
And you've got that one thing.
One of my favorite "old-time" songs from the Up All Night era. I laugh at how I make it sound like years ago when it really was pretty recent. But with our second album out now, I suddenly feel a considerable deal older than before.
Finally I stop. I perform my last lift before I drop to my stomach and just lie there for a few moments, flipping through my iPhone.
Twitter is behaving the same as always; fans raging me, begging for follows. I really wish I could talk to all of them, but there are just too many for me to give each of them what they want. I have around five hundred new DMs with names I've never heard of, mobbing me.
I click to the nearest one, with two fans: @a_book_fangirl and @maroon5diamond. Because I can't reply to all of my fans, I have to be choosy, but they sound friendly enough, plus they were willing to share my DM with each other, so I drop them a quick line back.
@zaynmalik: @a_book_fangirl @maroon5diamond Vas happenin? (A/N: This is what I wish would happen)
It's the most cliche greeting of mine, but it basically explains me. I smile when two seconds later, I get a string of replies from them.
Fangirls. They flattered me when we were first starting out, but now I'm overwhelmed by the sheer NUMBER of them; everywhere, mobbing me, screaming at me, trying to grab a selfie with me. It's not like I hate them; I love all my fans. But there's a limit to how much a person can take. Sometimes the fans go to more violent measures. During one concert, an iPhone hit me in the collarbone.
Think that hurts? You have no idea until you're hit with one racing at an incredible speed.
And then there are the ones that jump too far. A girl tried to kiss me one time. She was aiming for my mouth but some other girl pushed her out of the way in time and instead her lips streaked my cheek, leaving a large wet mark. It was actually kind of disgusting. But that was a long time ago; back when we were newbies, and I actually got surprised at this sort of behavior. It's so normal now I don't even think about it.
My phone dings with an incoming text. I open it and see it's from Harry.
Hazza Styles: hey zayn i need help. denise is legitly about to break up w/ me and louis isnt talking to me either
Typical Harry. He always gets overworked about people. I text him back.
DJ Malik: sure ill talk to denise and louis will seriously get over it. doesnt this happen all the time?
Hazza Styles: yah but its not like u think
DJ Malik: just call him the swagmasta from doncasta thing and he'll come around
Hazza Styles: it really isnt that simple...
DJ Malik: ur hopeless
Hazza Styles: just talk to denise ok? she wont answer any of my calls
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C'mon, C'mon (TMH 1)
Fanfiction"The one that I came with, she had to go. But you look amazing, standing alone" Harry's and Denise's love life is not going very well. Conflicting interests and ideas keep coming up, and their fallouts are resulting in longer stretches of time betwe...
