Cigarette Boy [Zayn Malik]

His face. That's what intrigued me the most. The deep brown eyes, plump pink lips. His hair was messy that day. I will always remember that... it was the first time, and the last he let me see him like he was. It was in a fringe, and he looked like he had woken up, ran his hands in it, and was done. He slipped his checkered black and red flannel off, setting it on the large rocks. The waves crashed against the sand, and he slipped his black high-top's off. I shifted my weight from across the beach under the big pine trees. 'He doesn't know I'm here.' Was the thought being replayed loudly through my head. He tossed aside his jeans, and white wrist button up. I noticed, in one ear a black circle was glistening, and in another, a black star.