Ziam. To the fans it's just a bromance. To the boys it's cute nickname to pick on us with. To me, it's what could be. Between he and I. Zayn. I love him. And I hate myself for it. I had nothing against homosexuals until I realised I was gay. I was just so confused about myself and when I realised it I cried. It was 2 in the morning and I started crying like a bitch. My whole body shook as I sobbed in my pillow. And the worse thing is that he woke up, got in my bed and held me asking me what was wrong and telling me that everything would be okay. It just made it worse. 'Cause I understood. I was gay and in love. With my best friend. My band mate. Zayn Malik. x
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So nobody read my other story.... but that's okay. Anyway, I love Ziam. Can't be the only one right? Read and comment please? To tell me if you don't like it, if I should continue or just to give me advice? I'll give you a cookie. :) Much love! x
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What if? - A Ziam Story. [On Hold.]
FanfictionWhat if the band were on vacation? What if one of them was falling into depression? What if he had a secret, burdening him and making it harder for him to live? What if he was afraid of losing everything? What if someone was there to help him?