[occured while the blood was rushing through his veins and his voice was hoarse from a show]
he liked it, he did.
he liked (loved) Singing, capital S
but now singing was him.
he was no longer
zain, but he's
zaynmalikfromOneDirection (canihaveyourautographplease?) and that—
it kind of sucks.
he missed when
emilydoniyawaliyhasafaa
were the first pieces in his mind instead of
tucked
under c r o o k s and c r e v i c e s .
but now it's
liamharrylouisniall
(and zain)
or—zayn, and he just feels like he doesn't belong.
and he doesn't.
because, to zayn, the only place he belongs
is on a beat-up couch, with a girl he calls em,
(and with urdu and amma and zain, and no, not Singing, capital S)
and that's the part he misses, really.
-
i suck at being on writing hiatus.
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four fingers, one thumb ➳ z.m. short story
Fanfictionin which a girl and a boy both feel like the puzzle piece that doesn't belong. "but they're all so-they're great, you know? girls all love them and i'm just me. i'm the thumb." "but a hand doesn't function without a thumb, z, remember that."...
