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"what were you doing sat down there?"

she looked him up and down.

he took a long drag on his cigarette, white tendrils of smoke billowing from his open mouth as he spoke.

"you're new here, aren't you?"

zayn was a very routine person.

every evening, he would sit in the back alley of his flat against the cool stone and stare.

he would stare at the stars overhead, twinkling and bright amidst the black canvas of sky.

more importantly, he would stare at the wall opposite him; cigarette drooping between his lips, he would count the bricks endlessly until he lost count. 

add a little alcohol and a new girl in the building and everything would turn hazy.

nonetheless, he still counted. he would just be a little distracted, is all.

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SO GUYS LITERALLY I GOT THIS IDEA TODAY STARING AT A BRICK WALL DURING MY MATHS MOCK EXAM ??????

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IM POSTING THE PROLOGUE TONGIHT TOO IM SO HAPPY I CANT WAIT

ILY PEOPLE WHO READ MY FICS AND ARE READING THIS RN I CANT THANK YOU ENOUGH OMg

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