3 Rounds Reloaded//Ziam

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Another update ooh. I'm such a generous person :,) thanks for all the votes, reads and comments. I adore it when you guys leave comments because one, they make me laugh or smile and two, they really give me feedback and help to get better. So please, try to leave at at least one comment or go crazy with the comments. Whatever you can do helps x

Question of the chapter; What country do you live in? (And if you live in the states like me what state do you live in? we may be closer than we thought x)

My answer; I was born in New York City and I currently live not too far from Washington, DC.

I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
I can't feel my face when I'm with you
But I love it, but I love it, oh
And I know she'll be the death of me, at least we'll both be numb
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
This I know, girl, I know

I can't feel my face// The weeknd

Zayn sat with his eyes closed, listening to the busy buzzing of the crowded room. This was the kind of buzzing noise he lived to hear. The clicking of the camera, the shifting of hangers on the clothing racks, the smell of expensive leather, the feeling of pounds of gel gliding through his black locks. He missed it all so much.

The boy was currently sitting, waiting for his first photoshoot in a years to commence. After he finished carrying out a carefully worded interview on everything that had happened the last few years Zayn was back in the spotlight. Not only was he hugely popular now but he was also considered problematic so everyone's eyes were on the black haired beauty.

Sure, a lot of people decided the boy was nothing but a trouble making liar and decided to not give a shit about Zayn. But, he had more supporters than haters.

"Zayn babes. I'm about to start on your hair, ready?" The Irish stylist asked, her accent lacing around her words as she flashed the boy a large dimpled smile. The girl had long brown locks and shining green eyes with flecks of gold scattered in them. Zayn couldn't lie, she was beautiful and she did a lot of flirting but he was taken.

He simply nodded and kept his eyes closed, a smile spread across his lips as he thought about the fact that he was taken. No, Liam and Zayn didn't let the world know quite yet, Zayn was still somewhat in the closet. But, their friends knew and that was all that matters. They had been together for about a month and everything was going amazingly well.

Zayn sat silently as the stylist began to chop away at his beautiful locks that had grown well past his ears. Each rhythmic snipping sound leaving Zayn at peace. He wanted to chop off all of his hair, but Liam begged him not to, so instead he went for a good amount. He wanted to change whatever he possibly could for this come back. He wanted to reinvent himself.

After a while Zayn's hair was done and it looks better than he could have imagined. The sides were shaved and the top was trimmed down until it was a bit shorter than his old quiff. The color wasn't a lush black but now a silvery cross somewhere In between white, grey and blonde. The color contrasted perfectly with his dark eyebrows and tanned skin. Overall he looked good and felt great.

A few minor make up touches and a wardrobe change were all the boy needed to be ready. He was currently doing a photo session that would accompany a story he would have in Vogue magazine, talking about why he was so influential and highly requested at the moment. "Zesus Resurrected" was what Liam liked to Say about Zayn's sudden world wide fame.

After shaking hands with the photographer and talking to the crew for a bit The Bradford boy adjusted the cuffs on his skin tight black shirt, walking over to the camera and standing against the set. They were shooting in an old run down New York City apartment, the rustic feel giving the photoshoot bad ass vibes. Zayn stood with his thumbs hooked in his jeans, his lips parted and his head tilted back a bit. The Vogue magazine shoot director yelled out phrases of praise to Zayn, grinning as the camera flashes went off.