"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

"You meet a lot of temporary people in this lifetime, I don't want you to be one of them."

Zayn Malik. That's what he does; he plays girls.

❝―i think i saw you in my sleep.❞ © lofangs [completed]

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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 his way. 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. ▲ Copyright © 2014, ofharrys. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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