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when we collide
16| knowing/noticing

“That's not fair!” Crystal hears Zayn yell as he sprints right behind her to her room. He catch holds of her shawl and pulls her resulting on her falling down on the floor. She lauches herself on him, holding his legs and making him trip down the stairs.

“You semi blonde bítch!” she hears him comment as she sprints again. “Funny coming from a person who only dates blondes!” she yells, finally slamming opening her door and lunging at the secret box.

Zayn holds her from behind resulting in her screaming and kicking him. He tries withering his way to it but Crystal turns around and wrap her shawl around his face. He moves his hands around in the air in irritation.

“What the fúck.” he gasps as Crystal pushes him back and takes out her note, tearing it to shreds. Zayn somehow removes the shawl, his hair going haywire as he looks around, his eyes wide in shock.

“Do you have like two brain cells? Well if you do I'd wanna let you know I have only one pair on lungs.” he snaps, falling down on the ground. Crystal sits on ground breathing a sigh of relief.

“You could NOT read that.” she whispers, making him roll his eyes. “Well what did you write? Ten ways of conducting homicide because I'll like to know.” Zayn mumbles, crossing his arms in exasperation.

“It was. . . Agitation and frustration speaking. Past remains in the past, Zayn. An intellectual—”
“Wow, come again? I literally have two brain cells since the time you crashed in my life, I can't understand so much crap.”

Rolling her eyes, Crystal stands up and keeps the box on the table. “So. . . you read what I had written?” he asks hesitantly. Crystal glances at him and nods slowly. “You meant that?”

“An intellectual. . .” he coughs to clear his throat. “And whatever you were going to say after that.” Zayn replies, passing a fake smile. “Same to you.”

He gets up slowly and stretches. “I think I'm going go crash on my bed. I feel like someone sucked the life out of me.”

Nodding at him, Crystal turns around but is quick to turn back.
“Uh Zayn?”

Zayn stops midway of closing the door and reopens it, peeking from ajar. “Mhm?”
“Thank you. I-I don't know how to pay you back. No one's–” she rubs her neck nervously. “No one's ever done something like that for me.”

Zayn passes her a smile and nods. “You have work tomorrow?” he nods, sighing as he does so. “C-can you maybe take an off?” she asks, visibly nervous but when Zayn makes a thoughtful face and passes a smile she feels confident.

“Seems cool. We can go out if you want? Maybe settle in the bakery.” Crystal smiles largely and nods vigorously but the words 'you can stay here' don't escape her mouth. Zayn whispers a night and closes the door.

Sighing to herself, Crystal lies down in her room's bed opening her phone. She moves to check some of her messages noticing some messages from some of her friends from Bradford, two texts from Margaret wishing her and one text from Matt.

From Matt
sent 12:01 a.m.
Hey Crisi, happy birthday, i thought you wont be available on your bday idk so i thought I'll take you out... I hope you had fun? i rly did and... i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable wow im rambling have fun babe xoxo

Did this guy just 'xoxo' zone me? Crystal breathes out lightly, she did have fun. It was nice to have someone almost close to a friend except Zayn. A friend. She almost stops herself from gagging. Staring outside the window she ponders, this is how this will go? Meaningless rings on their fingers? She needs to talk to him about this. She could talk to him right now even though she knows she'll regret it in the morning.

Well, then she'll sleep till noon.

Crystal wakes up with a jerk. Why is it that I feel thirsty at the most ungodly hour? Standing she walks out almost cringing when she realises she has to go down to the kitchen which looks even farther than mediterranean sea right now.

Walking to Zayn's room, she tiptoes inside noticing him lying on the couch, sprawled out. She walks slowly to the jar and drinks a whole glass of water and then glances at Zayn.

Is he not able to sleep or what?

She walks to washroom slowly and does her stuff and closing the lid so she doesn't have to flush and make a noise. Washing her hands she glances at the mirror and clutches the hair back.

Crystal tiptoes from the bathroom as quietly as possible. Probably Zayn had been having trouble sleeping lately, considering his work pressure and she did not want to take the chance of waking him. Sometimes, that super-sensitive but equally scary 'I'll kill you if you mess with me when I'm sleeping' line was a pain in the àss. There were serious drawbacks to living with a guy.

Zayn's slouched form on the couch made her sigh in exasperation as she palm's herself. “Did I wake you again, Zayn?”

Zayn sighs in return. “Everything wakes me up, but you're the queen.” he answers. “You might as well go flush. Just putting the lid down doesn't do much for the smell.”

Crystal blushes. Living with your overly frank bestfriend can suck sometimes.

She returns to the washroom, flushes the toilet and washes her hands. “Sorry.” she whispers, as she joins Zayn on the couch.
“didn't mean to wake you.”

“It's not your fault.” Zayn picks up his mobile and turns it on to check the time, which brightens the room making him flinch from the sudden intensity of the light. “It's my problem.”

“It's my problem, too, Zayn. I'm the one who keeps waking you up. You haven't had a good night's sleep for. . . ever. What can I do? Instead of conking you on the head with a hammer to help you sleep?”

Rolling his eyes, Zayn sits straight on the couch holding his forehead in his head and massaging it slowly.

“I don't know. Die?”
“Sometimes I forget what a douchébag you are,” rolling her eyes Crystal continues. “I can stay here with you? Would you like that?”

“Damn.” Zayn says listlessly.
“Y-you have a prob—”

“You snore.” he replies.

“I don't snore, súck it up, Malik.” Crystal replies, offended.

“A little. Sometimes.”
“I do?” she asks nervously.

“Sort of a little snorty snore. You snore like a boy.” Zayn chuckles, making Crystal stand up in offense and kick his side.

“I do not, àsshole.”
“Yeah, you do. You snore exactly the way my father does.”

Crystal cringes, the new information not doing her good. Zayn snickers from inside because wow, watching Crystal die in embarrassment is funnier than any television program.

“Tell me what I sound like.” she demands, hesitantly.
“Little hitches, some moans and some snorts. I can't sound like you, Crys.”

“Obviously you can't snore like a man.” Crystal chuckles, making Zayn glare at her but he ends up smiling.

Very amused, Crystal pulls her cold bare feet underneath her and sits cross-legged. She turns so she faces Zayn and asks,

“What can I do to help, Zayn?” Her hand rests on Zayn's knee, gently rubbing it. “Can I give you a massage? Would that help?”

“It might, temporarily. But as soon as you stop and go back to bed, I'd be awake again.” he takes a deep breath. “You want to know the honest truth?”

“Now there's a concept.” Crystal scoots a bit closer.

“I don't like sleeping alone. I've always been a kid. I like a warmness, I like to feel another person close. I don't sleep well if I'm alone.”

“So if you had someone in bed with you, you could sleep better?”

“I will sleep like a baby.”
“Let me get my huge teddy.”

“NO! No- I-I mean a girl like uhm someone small and so—”
“Zayn.” Crystal declares, seriously.

“Y-yeah?”
“What's so difficult in accepting that you want me to come lie with you?”

“It feels wrong?”
“Then why do you want it?”
Zayn sighs lightly.

“Would you like to be my cuddle-buddy?” Zayn smiles warmly but ends up laughing.

“That's sounds like a purer version of friends with benefits, Zayn.” Crystal giggles, shaking her head, she grasps Zayn's wrist and pulls him with her. They get inside the duvets and Zayn slides his hand across her waist while she rests her hand gently on his chest.

Zayn draws Crystal closer and pulls her into a loose snuggle.
“I know you never saw this side of me, but I'm an affectionate person. It's just I. . . don't show it much.”

“Oh, I saw this side of you. Lots of times.” Crystal gets comfortable in his embrace and begins to absently pet his bicep.

“Yeah.” Zayn mumbles, closing his eyes. “That's why this feels so good.”

this feels good, he said this feels good. wow help me hide me losing my shit. HE SAID HE FEELS GOOD.
“

Good.”

“I have a feeling we're gonna be spending a lot of time in bed.” Crystal awkwardly states, when Zayn shows no sign of losing his grip on her waist.

“Sounds good to me.” oh.
“Yeah. Me too.”

“Zayn?”
“Mhm?”

“What is it, exactly, that we're developing here? What do you want to happen between us?”
She hears him sigh lightly as he opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling.

Zayn plays with his hair. Lightly, he brushes his thumb across his lips.

“What do you want?”
“I asked first.”
“Ladies first, Crystal.” Zayn shoots back.
“I'm a feminist and it's all for equality.”

“Well I believe in equity, Crys.” wow okay she might have forgotten he was a straight A student in political related stuff.

Crystal sighs in defeat and shakes her head. “You do realise that it's a joke I'm wearing this ring.” Zayn looks down at her as he tilts his head, their faces inches apart and the feel of his lips on the corner of her lips makes Crystal numb for a second.

“Ready to go to bed?” Zayn asks, noticing Crystal's face harden slightly. “One day you'll have to face shít, Zayn.”

“I'm ready to, right now just let me stay in the moment.”

“Cool. Good night.” Crystal snaps, wiggling out of his grip and turning around to the other side.
“

Good night.” Zayn sighs.

Ten mintues down he bumps her slowly.

“Crys?”
“I'll kill you.”

“Okay. Going to sleep.”
He slowly creeps close and lies right beside her that his chest touches her back.

“Zayn.”  she warns.
“Sorry, I'm scared by the wall there.”

“I'm gonna start calling you ZeeZuu.” Zayn cringes hard at the nickname Aunt Helen had declared but nevertheless he ends up in an airy chuckle

“Don't you dare.”
“I will.”

Zayn keeps his leg over Crystal's stomach making her groan.
“Zayn.” she whisper yells in a complaining tone.

“I'm cuddling.” a smile spreads across his lips when Crystal quieten downs. Moving nearer to her ear he starts imitating the voice of a cat.

“ZAYN!”
“Pet me, master.”

Crystal's face scrunches in disgust. “That sounds disgusting on so many levels, Zayn.”

“Crys.” Zayn coos in her ear making her sigh. Stretching lightly he puts his arm on her face making her gasp.

“Zayn, píss off.” she groans. “You're so annoying, Jesus.” she tries pushing his arm away but he shifts more of his weight on her.

“CRYS!” he yells in her ear making her groan loudly as she tries to wither away from his grasp.
“Zayn I swear, I'll kick you so hard where the sun doesn't shine.” he bursts out laughing, moving his arm from her face to his mouth to stop himself.

“You're a nun, Crys. Just say dic—” she elbows him hard making him groan.

“You're stuck up.”
“Wow are you annoyed? Because my work is done here.”

“That's my cue to turn and elbow you on the face.” Crystal mumbles, withering under the weight of his legs. She pushes them away and turns, shooting daggers at his face.

“You're not going to kiss me right?”  Zayn chuckles, keeping his hand on her face to annoy her even more. “If you don't remove your hand from my face, I might.”

His smile falters down as he stares in her eyes when he notices her saying it with seriousness.
“Woah, uhm- nice?”

Sighing Crystal turns around to sit up, making Zayn sit up too. The duvet slipping down his body slowly.

“Zayn I—”
“I hate making eye contact with you.” Zayn confesses, making Crystal stop. She stares at him, her eyes darting between his eyes as she shakes her head. “What?”

“Making eye contact with you rises this fear in me that I'll mess up. Like I'll be ending up in some deep shít and I'll bring you down with me. My hands get clammy, I feel nervous and- and I don't know, Crys.” he sighs. “All these rising feelings I feel when I look in your eyes,”

“You're the last person I want to hurt and trust me, I'll give you hundred reasons to not stay.”
“Then I'll throw the hundred reasons to stay,” she whispers.

“I don't care, Zayn.” she tells him, honestly. She really doesn't care about him hurting her. He could leave her for the moon or for plain dust and she won't mind. Wouldn't regret a second they spent together. She'll rather break her heart than his.

So that night, Crystal makes a contract with herself. She'll fall for him without thinking about the consequences. This time, and only this time, she'll risk it and give her everything to someone.

He can have everything.

Waking up, Crystal stretches herself. The daylight pouring in through the window. She sees how everything inside his room was cleared up. Noticing he's not in bed she gets up slowly feeling weirdly wet.

No way. This can't happen.

An hour later, Zayn opens the door crashing on the sofa right beside Crystal who stays sprawled on the bed with her face scrunched in irritation and her head leaning down the couch.

“Bought some breakfast.” Zayn chirps as he stares at Crytal who stays in a painful expression, face scrunched in annoyance as she hold a big bar of chocolate. She places her feet on his laps and sighs.

“Rough morning, I see?” he asks, hesitantly. Earning no reply he stares at her for some time more. “Uh, you okay?”

“Leave me alone to die.” she whispers, biting on the bar and crunching loudly. Zayn awkwardly notices the five wrappers of bar finished and sprawled on the floor.

“That's literally you crying for plea saying 'save me from hell'” Zayn declares, getting up to pick up the wrappers as Crystal's legs fall down on the couch. “You ate ALL of these?”

“What is it to you guys complaining about everything? I eat three or I eat three thousand chocolate bars, WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?” Zayn scoots away, eyes wide at her sudden outburst.

“Woah okay, I don't mean it like that, calm down.”
"DONT TELL ME TO CALM-"

“Are you on your periods?”  he asks. Crystal rages with anger and Zayn feels the hair on the back of his neck rise in fear.

“Why do you guys ALWAYS ASSUME THAT A GIRL IS ON HER PERIOD IF SHE'S ANGRY!?” Zayn widens his eyes, raising his hands up in defense.
“Woah shít I'm sorr—”

“Well. You're correct.” rolling his eyes, he sits down on the floor staring awkwardly at her.
“Uh, I'm sorry for what's happening?”

Chuckling lightly, Crystal sits up. “It's not like it's new, we go through this every month, jeez.” faintly smiling, Zayn gets up and walks off upstairs. Crystal bites on her chocolate bar finishing the fourth one and throwing the wrapper on the floor.

Zayn returns little later.
“Here.” he says, throwing the sack of sock on her stomach. She feels the cloth is hot. “What's this?”

“It's a sock with some rice inside all warmed up. Uh— will help with the pain.” Crystal picks up the sack and eyes it. “How do you know this?”

“Uh, forget that.”  Crystal keeps the sack on her abdomen and sighs. The warmness did feel good. “Can I do anything else for you?”

“Yes sit down, I want to keep my legs, I felt better.”  rolling his eyes he sits back on the couch switching on the television whilst Crystal lays her legs comfortably on his laps.
“Sad that you have to go through this on your birthday.”

Crystal chuckles lightly. “I don't have a disease, Zayn,”
“Also, can you clean this mess? This house looks like a typhoon struck.”

Rolling his eyes, he glances at Crystal who stares at him, her hand holding up her eye mask
“Wow Crys, did you mistake me for a maid that we don't have?”

Shooting up on the couch Crystal almost opens her mouth to reply when the bell interrupts her.
Zayn gets up to check the bell, opening the door his eyes meet Jeffrey's over enthusiastic ones.

“What a surprise! No work today?” Zayn smiles at the old guy shaking his head in response. “Took an off, it's Crystal's birthday.”

Jeffrey's eyes widen in enthusiasm as he nods. “Where is she? I thought I'll ask her to join us for some cycling but now you should join too!” not a way i was going to spend today but when does anything good happen?

“Oh uhm, sounds cool?”

Somehow over the course of a pure cycling day, it turned to reckless competition between the two men. After a long minute of requesting Martha, and then finally making her accept the lot pick out cycles.

Jeff picks out his and Martha's cycle whilst Zayn takes out his old cycle from the storehouse and after a moment of sadness, Jeff ends up giving his son's cycle. Forming pairs was the last second the morning was normal because the next second the so-called race ended up as an ego rivalry between two men to declare their masculinity.

“The temperature is in negative and we are cycling? If I freeze to death midway, tell my family to hang my picture over the firewood.” Zayn reasons, shivering lightly as the wind hits him.

Moments later when no one gives him any attention he sighs.
“A small session of warm up and then we start the race.” Jeff had declared, flipping his non existing hair and while Crystal was still having her moment of laughter from that, the thing on the top of her list was explaining Zayn that cycling, now, was out of her league.

“Crystal, you can do it. You cycled so well during highschool. Remember we used to go together.”

“That was ages ago, Sherlock.” she tries to reason, sighing he stretches and brushes a hand through his hair.
“Sit.”
“But Zay—”
“Come on.” He urges her. Sighing in defeat she positions herself on the cycle and holds either of the handles with her hands.

Zayn's arm sneaks behind her back clutching the handle over her hands, hesitantly. Crystal stays stuck in between his grip and her chest tightens.

This feeling.

He slowly pushes and the cycle starts moving with her weight as she paddles.

A squeal escapes her mouth. “Stop! Stop!”  she begs, but he laughs in response. “I'm leaving you.” He says and his grip slightly loosens. “NO! I'm gonna die!” she hears him laugh again.

And then he leaves her, a scream escaping in response but nonetheless she keeps cycling, a squeal erupting out of her mouth.

She looks back to see Zayn jogging behind her, smiling. Stopping the cycle messily and getting over it she starts jumping in the air with excitement.

“I cycled, my lazy àss cycled during the red waterfall!” she claps her hands making Zayn chuckle.

“That you did,” He smiles. “During red waterfalls.” he quotes the 'red waterfalls' with his fingers and shakes his head.

“You both are adorable!” they hear Martha shout from a distance. “Sorry to break your bubble but this old guy is ready to beat your young àsses.”
Zayn shakes his head.

“At least I'm old enough to know you're trouble, Jeff.”  Zayn mumbles, palming himself as he sits on his bicycle.

“Rules are simple, on the count of three and go, we cycle. Whichever couple takes a round around the full street first wins. And the loser team or I say Zayn and Crystal. . .” Zayn boos making his stop immediately.

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, gives a treat at Café Gold. Main rule is both the team mates have to be at the finish line, that is Mr. Rogers car parked here on street, together, to be declared as the winner. Fair?” Everyone nods. Clutching tightly on their egos the guys hold the handles tightly.

“Three.” Jeff says, dramatically.
“Two.” Zayn continues.
“One.” They both say together.

“Can we kindly get over this bullshít? I've to make lunch.” Martha complains, making both men sigh.

And there in the midst of the cold, ice chilly weather of London, the lot together forget all the things that holds them back.

“Go.,” A smile spreads on Crystal's face because in the ice chilly weather of London just wearing her night suit and a stupid pink helmet, her nails and lips almost blue whilst doing the most stupidest and childish thing with the most absurd age groups, she feels how it feels to have freedom, for once.

She felt alive.

Minutes later, Crystal tries cycling more. Her breaths uneven as she cycles beside Zayn. The oldies, surprisingly, on lead. “Cycle faster, Waterfall. We need to win.” she rolls her eyes at his name.

“Can you stop with that? I'm trying to cycle as fast—”
A scream escapes her mouth as the cycle stumbles and that's when she falls down.

“Shít.” she hisses, holding her knee, ready to get a blue knee.
“Careful, Crys.” she looks back to see Zayn stumbling off his cycle and jogging towards her.

“Amazing use of alliteration, Zayn.”
“You okay?” He holds her knee carefully pressing at places making her wince shortly.

He stretches it slowly till its fully straight. Then bends it back. Tears forming in her eyes, mood swings are a disaster, this isn't even sad.

“Come on we'll go home.”
“But what about the race, Zayn?”

“Jeez, Let it be idiot. It's just a little treat I don't mind. Not over you.” He grabs her hand and helps her up.

“Let's go.”  she urges him, his brows furrow in confusion. “What?” He asks, his brows furrow when she hops on her bicycle.

“C'mon Zeezuu.”  she chuckles and starts cycling slowly brushing the tears on her cheeks. She glances behind to see Zayn chuckle but hop on his ride anyway.

They quicken their pace, so fast that they're fighting against the wind. They notice Jeff and Martha cycling together, Jeff upon noticing them closer, panicks. His eyes widen as he quickens his pace, so does Martha laughing anyway. “Go! Go!” Zayn exclaims. Almost by a notch but Martha and Jeff end up crossing first. Martha starts laughing and Jeff rolls his eyes playfully. “Losers.”

Zayn sighs, hopping off his bicycle. “Be happy I invested my time in cycling with your young old organisation.”

“So Zayn, where's the treat?” he passes a smirk. “Oh, I've better plans.”

After Zayn and Crystal show Martha and Jeff around the bakery. They decide to get dinner together. Martha, in her over excited demeanor, went crazy behind the cozy bakery asking to help Crystal with it, which she obviously didn't mind.

Helping Crystal by pulling her chair, she passes Zayn a sweet smile as he sits opposite her.
“This place looks good.”

“It's one of the best.” Zayn smiles back, his face illuminating due to the dim candle light setting. “How did you manage to get a reservation?”

Zayn holds down the menu and smirks. “Perks of working in a MNC, sweetie.”  passing a look to him, she focuses on the menu to find something appropriate.

Minutes later when the food arrives they immediately dive into the food. “Do you remember what we did in highschool?” Zayn asks with a smile, Crystal's face saddens a little as she smiles lightly closing her eyes, breathing out the words slowly.

“How can I forget?” a smile breaks on her face when she remembers the good days when they were genuinely happy and life was easier. When they weren't supposed to fall in undying love.

Zayn nods, his mouth opening but closing. Eyes hesitantly gazing at her but then down at his food. Paying the bill, they walk out of the restaurant to their car parked a little far due to traffic.

Crystal rubs her hands together, noticing her nails going blue due to the cold. “It's so cold.”  she whispers, glancing at Zayn who nods at her. “Definitely.”

He grasps her hands in his and the sudden warmth makes her cheek go pink in tint. “Better?”  she nods lightly, trying to hold the smile that begged to escape.

“Alright, fúck I can't do this anymore.”  Zayn whisper yells out of the blue, catching Crystal in a frenzy when she eyes him up and down curiously.

“What happened?”
“You remember what we did in highschool, right?”  Crystal nods weakly. “Yeah. . . you're talking about writing something we observe about each other and learning it to recite later—”

“I know you're birthday is December ten and that you love blue colour because it reminds you of calm and serenity and wildness altogether. I know your middle name is James but you never tell it to anyone because it sounds very wannabe in your opinion,”  Crystal takes a deep breath because this so wasn't happening. Zayn literally putting in fuel to the fire she so badly tried to slower down.

“Even when you told everyone how much you hate mathematics, I know you secretly love it because solving even a single problem makes you feel powerful,”  Zayn chuckles lightly, glancing at his boots and then up at her face.

“You love pineapples because the head of it looks like a crown on your head and I know you secretly hate the cold but you love London.”

Crystal's eyes widen because she doesn't remember mentioning anything like that to him, probably way back in highschool when they had conversations on Crystal's roof. This is unreal.
How does he remember?

“Zayn—”
“Let me finish.”

Taking a deep breath in, Zayn clutches her hands in his feeling how crazily cold they felt in his. Not to mention how ridiculously small they were in comparison to his big one with tall fingers scattered with rings.

“And I remember you want to adopt two children, a girl and a boy because you feel no boy is worth the pain.”  he chuckles again making Crystal smile shyly as she looks to her right.

“I know you wanted your own bakery and I know you feel this isn't going anywhere.”  Zayn sighs, holding eye contact with her. “Honestly I'm not sure as well but you can't decide that I don't want anything. Maybe I want something.”

He glances behind her head, making her eye him curiously and then turn around but much to her surprise she feels Zayn's lips on her cheek, slowly pecking her making it impossible for her to turn. “That trick works so amazing.”

She presses her lips together to stop herself from smiling as she turns to look at Zayn who's smiling back at her. “Are you trying to flirt?”

“If it's working then yes.”  he licks his bottom lip, smiling goofily at her. “You know, I think my mum was right.”

“About?”  she asks, her thumb making circles on Zayn's hand. In a split of second he pulls her into him making her grasp as her hands fly to his chest.
“I do know everything about you, but I never noticed things I do now, when you're up close.”

She nervously breathes, her eyes moving between his as he slides his hands on her waist and crosses them, trapping her.
“I notice how you play with your bracelet or locket when you're nervous,”  Crystal immediately leaves her locket, she unknowingly had grasped, like it's a disease making Zayn chuckle. She bites her lower lip lightly.

“How you either don't talk at all or thrash the person to shreds when you're angry or how you bite your lip when you don't want to say anything.”  Crystal groans shyly, as she looks down, finding it embarrassingly difficult to look in his eyes.

“Also noticed you look down when you're embarrassed.” Crystal groans, feeling her cheeks turning ridiculously warm. “Stop, Zayn.”

“Wait, did I make you blush?” Zayn asks excitedly, making Crystal chuckle. “You're not real.”  she whispers.

Zayn smirks to himself. “In a span of the years that I know you from, this is the first time I've made you blush so wild.”

She shakes her head at his childish ways, the smile not going away for a second.
“What will you do if I kiss you?”  he catches Crystal off guard as she stares in his eyes. What will she do? She almost laughs.

“That's for me to know and you to find out whenever you want to.”  she replies making Zayn eye her face curiously.

“Zayn?”  she whispers, inching closer to his face. She notices his face turning nervous as her lips inch closer to his ear.

“Whoever reaches the car last has to chug seven vodka cranberries.”  pushing him, she sprints to car making Zayn gasp.

“Wow, you're fúcking dead.”  Zayn screams, sprinting behind Crystal as they run through the almost empty London alley.

Crystal stops and takes out her heels, throwing one at Zayn who screams as he slips and falls on the pavement making Crystal burst out laughing. “Are you insane, DID YOU JUST THROW A HEEL AT ME YOU DUMBFÚCK!?”

Crystal ignores him as she sprints, making Zayn stand almost immediately and hold her heels as he sprints behind her.

Maybe Crystal was right, the storm sweeps in slowly that you don't realise and then after it crosses the horizon it strikes everything off.

The storm had passed the horizon, leaving them oblivious.

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Just saw videos of 2015 of diff Hollywood news channels and their reactions to zayn leaving.

"all we knew him as was not harry styles"
"i think it's gonna flop"
"prolly gonna make songs about stealing girls alone lol"

And then ladies, 2015 zayn snapped. And snapped hard as f.
Rn I'm like:

Icarus falls is coming to take our wigs again *blushes*

And also to the three negatively obsessed people who won't stop sending me shit about my book and saying 'then why don't you unfollow us'

Well i wasn't following yall bubblegum bitches for starters.

Views on the chapter? What do you think will happen?

Any theory or something you'll like to show?

Should i even do the character question thing?

See y'all Soooon xoxox