(Alright, Zayn is a female with female parts. Don't read if you aren't into that, also Japanese hair Zayn!)
Zayn sighed as she stood in the mirror, looking herself over slow. She grabbed the gauze wrap from her dresser and begin wrapping it around her size B breast five times to make sure that they were completely hidden from first glance. This routine wasn't hard, she's done it for years now, it was a habit almost. Only downside is sweating under the gauze that drove her crazy, it was disgusting! Zayn ruffled her hair up a bit, smiling happily as she placed her peace sign necklace on. She pulled on her ACDC tank top on with her ripped, black and tight skinny jeans and her black Air Jordan 9's. This is how she felt comfortable. As a male. This is where she found her comfort zone. Her absolute happiness came from being a male. Zayn's cross dressing started when she was 11. She realized that she would much rather play sports with her cousins then prance around in dresses and heels, wearing caked up make up. Boys were so much more appealing so why not become one? That's what started this, now she was 20 and instead of Zaria, she was Zayn to everyone but her family who didn't fully accept but they understood. Zayn nodded in approval for her hair and left out of her apartment, whistling softly to herself as she walked down the sidewalk to the nearest coffee shop. "Zayn!" A voice called making her grin. "Tommo!" She turned and hugged the man, giggling loudly. Louis Tomlinson was her best friend. Did he know? No. She never told him that she was actually a she, scared that Louis might see her different. "It's been a long week!" Louis whined loudly. Zayn blushed, "Shh, Tommo." She smiled, tongue pressing against her teeth. Truth was, it was that week and Zayn completely distanced herself from Louis because she didn't want Louis catching on. "Fine, but I have to talk to you about something." He pulled a chair out and sat down, Zayn following in suit. "You remember my friend from the gym? Liam Payne?" How could Zayn forget? Liam Payne was at the gym every time Louis went cause they were gym buddies. Liam was tall, really tall and strong as hell. He had these biceps that made Zayn weak every time he flexed and his lips were so plump and pink, they looked so kissable and bite worthy that Zayn had to restrain herself every time she saw him. His eyes were so gorgeous. They were like a deep chocolate that would crinkle up every time Louis told a joke and seemed to sparkle some in the light. His voice was equally good. It was deep but not too deep and strong, dominance filled and Zayn wanted to melt when he called her name. His personality in general was something great. He was like a playful puppy sometimes then sometimes he turns into a guard dog, Zayn loved it. She just wanted him between her - "Zayn!' Louis voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She jumped and blinked. "Yes?" She mumbled and looked over at him. "You space out there." He noted and looked at her oddly, making her blush. "Sorry. I started thinking but yeah, Liam. I know Liam." "Well, he got evicted from his apartment today. Late on rent and all, so he needs a place to stay and my studio apartment can't fit more than me." Louis bit his lip and looked at Zayn with pleading eyes. "Louis." Zayn said, looking at him, eyes narrowed slight. "What did you do?" "I-I told him that he can stay with you and that you wouldn't mind the extra company." "What!? Louis, No!" This could not be happening! Liam cannot live with her. Her home was her sanctuary, where she can walk around naked and where she can be herself. "C'mon! Please, Zee? This will be paying me back for helping you when those bullies were trying to attack you." Zayn sighed, she remembered that fight really well. They kept trying to grab between her legs and prove she really was a boy. Louis risked his own life, mindful that this kids were seniors and Louis and Zayn were freshman, Louis saw it as sexual harassment and practically fought them off. "Fine." She whispered softly. "I guess he could stay." Louis' smile widened. "Thank you so much, Zee." He hugged his bro, his best friend tightly and smiled. "Now, order me some muffins." She smiled. "Of course, princess." Louis teased, not knowing how that name caused Zayn's stomach to turn terribly.
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Clandestine (Ziam)
Fanfictionclan·des·tine klanˈdestən,ˈklandesˌtīn/ adjective kept secret or done secretively, especially because illicit. (Definition For Illicit) il·lic·it i(l)ˈlisit/ adjective forbidden by law, rules, or custom.