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: No, we're not soulmates, not in the mystical, preordained sense. This is not the result of divine intervention or some cosmic plan unfolding beyond our understanding. And it is most certainly not chance that brought us together. What we have is the result of my own deliberate actions and intentions. I have woven the threads of fate with my own hands, carefully and purposefully, until they formed the tapestry that bears your name. My love for you is not random or incidental, it is intentional and deeply considered. I love you with every ounce of awareness and conscience that I possess, with a clarity and purpose that transcends mere coincidence. Scatter my atoms across the universe, and still, they would know your name. I love you I love you I love you. If it's not you it's not anyone.
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@justinbieber: also you're the sexiest man alive I want to taxidermiet you when you're dead and hang you on my wall @zayn you look so homo in this pic
@willnotsmith: Zayn is the luckiest man in this world baby
@zayn: I love you more than anything baby, you can do whatever you want with me when I'm dead
@zayn: I really really am @willnotsmith
@miastarling: mommas little poet
@zaynszlutz: JUSTIN 😭😭😭 So beautiful god I couldn't be happier, my favorite couple!!!
@gabriellamiller: MY LITTLE BABY IS ENGAGED I REALLY STILL CANT BELIEVE IT I LOVE YOU
@juliamichaels: that's the absolute cutest thing I've read 😭❤️ so happy for you both! Fuck what people say they always find something to complaint about
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"Do you feel relaxed now pookie?" I ask Zayn, glancing at him with a mix of anticipation and affection as we finish unloading the last bag into his, or well our, house. The house where he broke my heart just last year. It's hard, but we decided to put off buying a new place until his whole tour is done.
Zayn lets out a deep sigh of relief, a contented smile spreading across his face. "So fucking relaxed," he says with a laugh, collapsing onto the couch. "God baby, I can hardly believe it. I have five whole fucking months ahead of me where I can do practically nothing."
He stretches out on the couch, his eyes closing as if he's trying to savor the sheer comfort of the moment. "It feels like a dream," he continues, his voice muffled by the softness of the cushions. "I do love the touring, but fuck it's been draining." He looks up at me with a playful grin. "I think I know something we can do to start our time off baby."
I chuckle and settle beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. "Oh really?"
I don't have a second prepare before he lifts me up and directly walks us to the bedroom.
