《THE COUNT》

the ball

Zayn stood at the door,
waiting.
He didn’t know who he was waiting for,
but he was waiting.
Zayn hoped Justin would come,
he never got an answer from his sister.
Selena was nowhere to be seen around the party.

Zayn knew this whole plan was crazy.
He thought it will work out,
it couldn’t be that hard to run off.
A good troika driver could send them off the Russia,
no one could find them there.
Zayn knew Justin was an easy target.
Justin was an unaware boy.

Zayn saw a familiar figure across the hall.
He smiled,
it was Justin.
He had come!
Zayn rushed his way over toward Justin.
He adored how Justin was innocent.

“Good evening, Count.” Zayn said,
taking Justin’s hand,
he kissed it lightly.
Justin blushed and smiled.

“Good evening Zayn.” Justin replied,
he stared at the taller man.
“How was the rest of your days?
Or, I mean—“

Justin was cut off by Zayn’s laughter.
He soon stopped,
remembering the duel.
He shrugged and didn’t say much about it.
“It was neither good nor bad.”
Justin didn’t respond,
afraid his words will stir around.

Justin looked alright on the outside,
but inside was another story.
He felt like he was seized by a sea of feelings of vanity and fear.
There was nothing between Zayn and Justin,
he needed to remember that.
Justin was engaged and this was just a friendly get together.

Zayn took Justin’s hand and they began to dance.
Justin’s hearing and sight seemed to vanish as they danced together.
It was like he was in a senseless world.
Justin couldn’t tell good from bad.
He gripped onto Zayn’s shoulder,
“Zayn… Zayn,
I’m so frightened.” Justin whispered.

Zayn’s eyes were shut.
They were both in the same world.
“You are enchanting.” Zayn spoke quietly.
His hands moved, he pressed Justin’s waist and hand.
“You are bewitching.” Justin was told.

Justin didn’t know what to think.
No one had called him those names before.
It was a new start.
Justin didn’t know if he liked it or not.
He didn’t know how to feel.

Dancing some more,
Zayn suddenly spoke,
“And I love you.”
Justin’s eyes widen,
he ignored Zayn and pretended he did not hear.
Both of them knew he was pretending.

They danced more and did not speak.
Justin was too afraid to speak to Zayn.
He didn’t know what to expect.
Justin saw a man across the room,
he was familiar.
It was not Andrey.

As Justin continued on dancing with Zayn,
he stared at the man.
The man was sat next to Selena.
Oh, Justin remembered him!
It was Jason McCann!
Justin tried to wave, but Zayn had swooped him around.
He squeaked, seeing the face of Count McCann.

Justin didn’t know too much about Jason.
He was married to the Queen of Society,
and was very rich.
Justin remembered as a small boy that Jason wasn’t poor or rich,
he didn’t know how Jason managed to become rich in such a short matter of time.
One of the last memories with Jason McCann,
was that Justin was dancing with him…
A grown up!

As Justin and Zayn continued to dance,
a smile was plastered on Justin’s face.
He remembered the times when he was a young boy.
More voices stuck to his head,
seeing eyes on him and Zayn.
They were just friends!

Zayn gazed into Justin’s eyes,
frightening him, though Justin felt safe.
Justin said nothing,
just gazing back into Zayn’s eyes.
He didn’t know what to say to him,
they had barely met each other.
Now, they were dancing.

Justin’s frightened eyes were being gazed in.
He knew he was confident tenderness.
Zayn was the same way, but was not frightened.
He knew what would happen.
Justin wanted to speak,
but he could not say what he wanted to say.
He looked at the floor, at their feet moving to the music.