THEM (One Direction Poly)

Zayn was sitting next to you on the couch, his arm around your shoulders and his fingers threading through your hair as he watched you. He'd been giving you space and not doing anything to touch you for the most part-letting you sit and watch the movie, and keeping his hands in your hair or around your shoulders.
After a few minutes, he finally spoke up-his voice was still soft and a bit quiet. "Can I ask a question, doll?"
You looked up at him curiously. "Yeah?"
Zayn's fingers stilled in your hair for a second-his dark eyes searching yours with something almost *vulnerable* behind the usual confidence.
"D'you... like it?" He gestured vaguely at you, his throat working as he swallowed hard. "*All of this.* The way we make ya look." His voice dropped lower, rougher: "We do it 'cause we think you're perfect... but I wanna know if *you* feel pretty too."
You were quiet for a moment, fully just thinking and asking yourself if you *did* like it, before nodding and leaning against him. "I like it. It looks pretty." You mumbled.
Zayn nodded, his shoulders visibly relaxing as you pressed against him. He wrapped his other arm around you, tugging you closer until you were all but lying in his lap.
His voice was a bit more confident now, though there was still something *sincere* behind it: "*Good*. You should never be anything except perfect. That's what you deserve." His fingers toyed with a strand of your hair again, almost like a nervous habit.
"And you *are* pretty," Zayn continued, the words soft and sincere. "*So* damn pretty."

Will very much be slightly one of the older, 2010-2014/15 "sold to one direction" stories, but a bit more.. twisted, I guess.

WARNINGS:
MENTIONS OF DRUGS, PLASTIC SURGERIES, AGE REGRESSION, & MORE. EVERY IS IN THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE BOOK.

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