four fingers, one thumb ➳ z.m. short story

3% - half an arrow in my chest

[occured while he was in one time zone and she was in another]

"this is going to sound stupid, okay em?"

"okay."

"but you have to promise not to laugh yeah?"

"promise."

"pinky promise?"

"zayn."

"emily."

"zayn it's half past three here; i'm tired, i miss you and—yes, okay. pinky promise."

"okay. i feel like we're a hand sometimes, yeah? the boys and me? the five of us? except, like, one of us is bound to be the thumb, you know?"

"what's wrong with the thumb?"

"nobody likes the thumb. it's all left out. it's only there because it has to be. i'm the thumb, i think."

"shut up z. you're not, okay? shut up."

"but they're all so—they're great, you know? girls all love them and i'm just me. i'm the thumb."

"but a hand doesn't function without a thumb, z, remember that."

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idek what this is anymore