Chalk Dust || z.p.

nine

I just can't resist it
I know sometimes I hide it
But I can't this time
cause it's gonna defeat me

~fOoL fOr YoU. Zayn J Malik

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liam wiped the chalk from his sleeve having learnt his lesson a few weeks ago that zayn is really damn perceptive. he looked at the freshly written words on the chalkboard to him, for him and only him.

"you are completely remarkable"

liam has been quite aware how stalker-ish this entire one way silent exchange thing was. but there's the thing and, he was paraphrasing a quote here.

liam chose to love him in silence. for in silence, there is no rejection. and he chose to love him in his dreams. for in dreams, no one owns him but liam. though, that's not quite adequate because he didn't want to own zayn. he just want to be a part of his life. even if it isn't the same as how he was in liam's.

falling in love is the easy part. it's living with it that makes or breaks you, and sometimes, it happens simultaneously.

zayn is like the world. he is the vessel of mystery but liam would trade everything he has, for just a chance to discover the hidden parts of him, the depth of his thoughts, the pain behind the glassiness in his eyes, many more. he had even taken all security shifts there just because he didn't want to sleep. reality has finally become better than what his dreams could ever conjure because he is in love with zayn.

for the first time in his life, liam was in love. it's not that he didn't had romantic relationships earlier. but they didn't last. he just didn't find what he was looking for. and when he ultimately gave up, after a year or so, zayn made a bee line into his life. that's the thing, he wasn't even looking for it, when he met zayn.

love is unpredictable.

life is a great player. it just plays with everything and nothing in particular, and manages to make you feel blessed and cursed at the same moment.

overwhelming, isn't it?

and liam accepts it all. he always did.

he holds on to the past. but he believes it's pointless to dwell on it. he refuses to let it affect him, unless in a good way.

but he wants to know. he wants to know zayn, his past. he's not an idiot to let it slip from his notice, to let that poker face zayn had put when liam asked if he was happy. he wants to hold him in his arms and he's just so afraid to think of what zayn's reaction would be if he finds out that liam was the secret admirer, all along.

liam thought he heard a door click but didn't think anything of it.

'have you ever been a security guard yourself? you start to hear things, dude!' liam convinced himself.

when he heard footsteps approach him, his senses kicked in and he turned around, hand ready on his baton.

however, it's not a masked criminal that he had thought, instead, it's the man to whom that classroom belongs to, staring back at him in awe and wonder. for a moment, liam thought that this is the first time zayn had ever seen him stand up.

he didn't move, in fear that either of them might run away. he didn't know what to do. so, he froze, hand still ready at his baton.

'if i give him a concussion, maybe he won't remember this...' liam thought and mentally smacked himself for his idiocy. 'who the hell thinks that at a time like this?'

"liam" he called after an eternity.

liam slowly placed his arms at his sides, at ease, and took a gulp. a thousand thoughts were racing through his mind. but there was only one word that he had been longing to say since the day he learnt it's meaning in his life.

"zayn"

zayn disregards the fact that liam had called him by his name for the first time. but liam knew that something pivotal had just changed between the,. right then, in that moment where it was just them. he walks up to liam and stares into liam's eyes, still in wonder, like it's the first time.

only this time, there's no glass between them.

"you are the one, aren't you?" zayn asked.

liam didn't exactly know what he was confirming in his next statement. but he knew that whatever it maybe, they're going to get through it together.

"yes"

because, he couldn't let the presence of tiny specks of white slip away, the sensation of chalk dust.

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