Start: May 2024
A texting/irl book about non famous Justin, and famous Zayn.
Justin is a 21 year old openly gay man man who lives in a small town working at a cafe. One day the love of his life, Zayn Malik, who doesn't until then know Justin exists...
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@justinbieber: bestie vibes with willy wonka. Also do I look straight in this pic be honest I won't get sad (I will be depressed) _________________________________
@willnotsmith: I hate when you call me willy wonka but I still love you babe
@almaortiz: baby you haven't looked straight a single day in your life 🥱
@liamvaldez: Will looks straight (it's not a compliment)
@miastarling: you both ugly. You look as gay as always babygirl
@maxlucas: you look like you should head straight to my bed 🥵
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The workday flew by in a blur, but honestly, I barely remember what I did. My mind was occupied with thoughts of Zayn, replaying everything that happened like some surreal dream. I mean, how does something like that even happen in real life? It feels like a plot straight out of a fanfiction, but here I am, living it. It's completely freaking absurd.
"Mia, my shift's over. I fixed the cash register, so we're good to go," I say, snapping back to reality for a moment.
She looks up from wiping down tables and flashes me a grin. "Aren't you an angel my baby. Got any plans for the rest of the day?"
"Meeting up with Will. We're just gonna chill at his place for a bit, hopefully he will make me food. You're welcome to join us when you're done here," I offer.
"Sure, why not? My plans got canceled anyway," Mia replies with a shrug.
"Aw, so sweet of you to make me your second choice," I tease, giving her a mock pout.
"Actually, you're my third choice," she says, not missing a beat. "I was supposed to go to the hairdresser, but then I remembered she's off on Wednesdays."
"Oh, I'll cut your hair! I've always wanted to try that," I say, overly excited.
Mia laughs, pulling me in for a hug and planting a quick kiss on my lips. "I'd rather let a blind person do it. Your attention span's way too short for that. But fucking hell you look so cute today my little baby."
"You look like an actual goddess. Text me when you're on your way, okay? I love you," I reply, lingering in the hug for a moment longer.
"Of course my darling. I love you the most," she says with that radiant smile of hers before I finally head out.
The bus ride home is uneventful at first. I sit down next to an elderly lady with an untied shoelace and can't help but offer to help her out. She beams at me, "Such a gentleman!"
"Anything for a beautiful lady," I reply, tying her shoe with a smile.
As we approach her stop, I notice her struggling with three heavy bags. I can't just let her struggle like that. "Do you live nearby? I can help with those bags if you'd like," I say, trying not to sound like a creep. Because after all, if a man, well other than Zayn I guess, asked where I lived I would run for my life. I'm freaking terrified of men.
