when working at a drive thru liquor store, zayn malik finds himself regretting having to serve an abundance of low-life drunks who have nothing better to do. but the cash is what he needs, so he sticks around to find a particular drunk that catches his eye and his heart. © cierra c.

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ @ʀᴏᴜʟᴀᴅᴇ

early in the morning, I'll come calling, I'll come calling after you. all rights reserved under @roulade

Have you ever seen a shadow out of the corner of your eye when you're laying in your bed? How about when you're washing your hair? You try to keep your eyes open under water so the monster won't get you while their closed. Luckily it goes away before you can see it, right? What happens when you stare it dead in the eye? Confirmation realization. He's coming for you now.

"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