To put it simply, Louis Tomlinson ruined Zayn Malik's life. "Did you ever even care? At all?"

"Zayn," he spoke, smoke leaving his lips once again as he dropped the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it with his dark boots. His hand darted in between us as he awaited a response. "January," I said faintly, grabbing his hand. "Nice," he chuckled, making the first move to release my cold fingers. His hands held a nice warmness to them. "Like the month," he nodded. "I like it." *** » read the sequel here http://my.w.tt/UiNb/y9izHftVhv

In which he gets over his shyness and tries to propose. #30 in fanfiction (03.08.2016) cover by @zaynmalikownsmylove completed. translations: russian- www.wattpad.com/story/49554636-shy-z-m-russian-translation italian- https://www.wattpad.com/story/40758407-shy-z-m

Dear Zayn, Say you'll remember me Standing in a nice suit, staring at the sun set babe Pouty lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again even if it's just in your wildest dreams.