[occured while he was way too drunk and she was way too tired]
"em fuck, i need your help."
"you're drunk zayn, aren't you?"
"shh. i need help, like, getting my shirt off. it's stuck, i think."
"you called me because your shirt is 'stuck'. z."
"it won't move, em and i'm spinning a little now, a bit. but i keep pulling my shirt and it won't—it's stuck."
"i saw the pictures on twitter. you're wearing a button-up, zayn. that's why it won't move. just... can you undo the buttons?"
"i'm spinning, em. never drinking again, okay?"
"you said that the last time."
"i lied last time. i mean it this time."
"i'm sure you do, babe. goodnight, okay? don't do anything stupid. next time i see you i want you to be in one piece."
"i'm going to sleep. with my shirt on, cos it's stuck. i love you."
"zayn. don't say things you don't mean. and not while you're drunk."
"drunk thoughts are sober minds or some shit like that, em. you're like, what's that justin timberlake tune liam wouldn't shut up about? mirrors. yeah, you're my mirror or something, and i love you."
"...i love you too. you're not going to remember this in the morning, you know."
"i know. i'm so drunk, em. night."
"night, z."
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four fingers, one thumb ➳ z.m. short story
Фанфикin 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."...
