The Show (1D/L.S)

-III

Zayn Malik

Tire Hill (PA), US - 10:36 - 04.25.2023

On the serene outskirts of Tire Hill, Pennsylvania, Zayn found solace in the quietude of his farm. With the first rays of dawn painting the horizon in hues of gold and amber, he set about his morning routine, tending to his beloved animals with care and affection.

The morning air was crisp and cool against his skin as Zayn made his way to the stables, the soft whinnies of his horses greeting him like old friends. With practiced hands, he filled their troughs with fresh water and scattered feed across the floor, a ritual that spoke of care and devotion.

As he worked, the melody of "She" drifted from his lips, the haunting notes mingling with the rustle of hay and the contented nickers of his equine companions. It was a song born from the depths of his soul, a testament to the love and longing that dwelled within him.

Lost in the music, Zayn couldn't help but think of the person who had inspired the song—a certain someone with brown eyes that shimmered like pools of liquid amber. Their memory lingered in the corners of his mind, a bittersweet reminder of a affair that had once burned bright and fierce.

With a wistful smile, Zayn moved on to the chicken coop, the clucking of his feathered friends a cheerful chorus in the stillness of the morning. He gathered fresh eggs from their nests.

Finally, Zayn visited the rabbit hutch, where three fluffy bunnies nibbled on tender greens with delicate precision. He scooped them up in his arms, their soft fur warm against his skin, and held them close, their gentle presence a source of comfort in a world fraught with uncertainty.

As the morning wore on, Zayn lost himself in the rhythm of his chores, the steady beat of his heart echoing in time with the music that filled the air. Despite the ache of longing that tugged at his soul, he found solace in the simple pleasures of farm life—the warmth of the sun on his skin, the soft touch of fur against his fingertips, the melodic symphony of nature all around him.

And as he stood amidst the tranquil beauty of his farm, surrounded by the creatures he held dear, Zayn couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over him—a profound appreciation for the peace and serenity that filled his days, and the love that bound him to this place, now and always.

Just as Zayn made his way towards his gardening spot, the gentle rustle of leaves and the sweet scent of earth filling his senses, his phone suddenly rang, shattering the tranquility of the moment. With a sigh, he reached into his pocket and retrieved the device, glancing at the caller ID with a furrowed brow.

But before he could answer the call, a commotion erupted behind him—the sound of growls and snapping jaws cutting through the stillness of the morning. Turning on his heel, Zayn's heart sank as he saw his two dogs, Winnie and Willie, locked in a heated confrontation.

Reacting on instinct, Zayn rushed towards them, his heart pounding with concern. "Hey, hey, what's all this?" he exclaimed, his voice laced with a mixture of admonishment and affection. "You two know better than this!"

With gentle but firm hands, Zayn stepped between the feuding dogs, his gaze softening as he looked into their pleading eyes. "Winnie, Willie, you're both being very naughty," he scolded, his tone more motherly than stern. "We don't fight with each other, okay? We're a family."

As if understanding his words, the dogs gradually calmed down, their tails wagging tentatively as they looked up at him with contrite expressions. Zayn couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with love for his furry companions.

With a final pat on their heads, Zayn turned his attention back to his phone, the call still waiting to be answered. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he pressed the device to his ear, ready to for whatever news was about to come.