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The Reality Is You

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Soft Dark but definitely creepy Zayn. Slight somnophilia, implied kidnapping, implied non-con, stalking and overall just cringeworthy. If Dark Zayn is not your thing, this might not be for you. I'm not really good at things like this so if I missed something, please let me know.

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Life is not perfect. Neither it is always flowers, sunshines, and rainbows.

At some point, beneath the blazing masks of joyous delight lies what cannot just be seen above. Raging flare of dreams and ambitions floating like ships are to sea, like clouds are above everyone.

Life can be cruel to those who don't deserve it in the same way life can be pretty to those who aren't worthy of it.

Life is just like that. Unfair in all its level.

Perhaps it's the way everyone lives different lives, how their own individual choices affect what happens and all the little things that matter. Or perhaps it could be the way other people have no regard for caution, disregarding rules and bending them to their advantage. Or it can also be because life is just the way it is.

Not all favors it.

Liam Payne is not one to judge. His life may not be golden spoon and silver shoes, it was still worth of pearls and good things. He didn't grow with maids, butlers and drivers around him, didn't grow with people ready to serve him but it was not bad.

His life was pretty average. Simple but definitely livable. Not so much material things but too many for sentimentality. He studied, graduated, and ate three times a day. It was more than enough if he so tells.

He never did once deem life was cruel to him. Never did he dream that life can be really unfair. Never did he think life is a monstrosity of its own. Never did he even assume life do not favor everyone and mostly, never did he count himself to be a part of it.

He wasn't naive but he also wasn't entirely informed. He wasn't ignorant but he also wasn't that knowledgeable. He veers in between borderline innocent and utterly corrupted.

It stayed that way. Pushed to his limits as he grew blind of what is there. Behind him, beyond him. He didn't see what came and what didn't.

He was too focused straight ahead, he forgot things beneath and above him. Things that lay in the dark, waiting for its appropriate time to pounce. He wasn't that perceptive in present sight that he never saw.

It was just suddenly there and he never really knew.

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"Good morning, baby. Breakfast is ready. C'mon wake up, love"

He felt a kiss on his forehead, followed by a peck on his nose to his cheeks down to his lips. Unsure and doubtful, he simply waved his hands to brush off what he thought was a realistic dream.

His ears caught a husky chuckle. Then, fingers skimming along his jaw. Smoothly trailing the line, thumb caressing the apple of his cheeks. The warmth he felt did everything to wake him up. Frantically, he sat up and looked around.

Mind at war for what he was seeing. The things. Everything. Strange. Unfamiliar. Seen for the first time. He registered the spacious bedroom, littered with his favorite things, painted in his favorite color, and his prized teddy he named Bunny.

His forehead creased.

Every little thing was his possession. The sheets. The lamp. The pillows. The desk on the corner. The bookshelf. Even the bedside table. But the place was nothing but a blank slate for his head. Mind rambling into what seemed to be loss of memory, no amount of recollection gathering within the depths of his brain.