Carpe Diem || Ziam

Red

A/N: Okay First things first. This is an inspired 2min Fic by Tesshi. You can DM me if you want to read it. This is my first Ziam fic. It includes Character Death and BxB, so if you don't like that you can go away :)

Songs(To add up the feels):

Wings - Birdy

Not About Angels - Birdy

Skinny Love - Birdy

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"Aren't you cold? It''s freezing out here" A voice said into Zayn's ear. Grunting-his eyes fluttered open, jaw clenching as he looked at the person who had dared to wake him up from his sleep. A tall lean guy with curly hair, green eyes and tattoos spreading in his body stood there, as the cold Febuary blew his long, striped scarf to the side.

"What do you want?" Zayn crankily asked, moving to sit up on a bench he had been sleeping on. He then reached to touch one of his cheeks that had been resting against the cold, wooden surface, his eye twitching a bit as he did so. It felt frozen.

"That is dangerous." The tall male noted, obviously referring to sleeping outdoors during winter. "It's below the freezing point out here."

Zayn rolled his eyes sarcastically "How can it be dangerous here? I'm in a park. What will happen to me, get murdered by a child?" He sneered.

"Don't be such a prick. I was just trying to help." Green eyes furrowed his eyebrows as if he's remembering something, before sitting beside Zayn, albeit close-well for Zayn's liking.

"Wait- have I seen you before?" The guy tilted his head , eyes studying Zayn's face carefully. "Something about you seems familiar"

"No." Zayn shook his head "No, you haven't"

"But I'm sure I have..." Green eyes insisted. A moment of silence passed by between the two. Then it hit him(green eyes) his eyes got big and he grinned.

"You're Zayn Malik, right? The Painter?"

At this point, Zayn was more than annoyed. Why did people always have to stop him at the most unpleasant time gaping at him, and asking him if he's "Zayn Malik, the painter" and all those shit. Didn't they know that he died years ago? That he never touched neither brush or easel anymore? Seriously - didn't they know that he hadn't been painting in nearly 4 years now? Ignorant people.

"Bloody fuck, it really is! Man, my fiance loves you!" The male grinned, and Zayn twitched a bit. Yeah, lots of people tell him that. So fucking damn predictable."He's so going to get so jealous when he hears this. I can't wait to see the look on his face~"

His(Zayn) body froze, everything around him froze; and this time, it wasn't because of the cold weather. "He?" his voice cracking.

Green eyes nodded his head, relaxed, yet with an ecstatic smile upon his face. "My Louis and I are getting married next December 12th. Twelve days before his birthday."