#zayn nobody is listening

[thvpacks]

Selena Gomez x Zayn Malik packs

like or reblog if save

[fuckyeahcadence]

SELENA | icons ♡

[iconzayn]

like or reblog if save

[louuthesunflower]

This happened in 2022... I'm FREAKING OUT !!!

[senior-plumbob-backups]

2.30 am thoughts

What if *Outside and Satellite* are actually the conversation they both had. Z sends signal to H. let's start with the Title on the Outside to connect to Satellite. Because technically outside is where the coverage has strong service than indoors. Satellite requires you to be Outside so you can connect to it.

"I know I'm always in my head"

, and H the satellite got the signal! waiting for feedback or interaction to the next level. (this means he just waiting for Z to confess, because Harry as Satellite is always ready for everything. Connexion.

Hypothetically, Zayn is alone ,'gone through so much in his head', "i know I'm always in my head." We all know sitting alone without doing anything can be dangerous to some people, like me. We started to have random thoughts and usually they aren't good for long run.

harry sense this message and goes "i can see you lonely down there". (He wanted to help but he's not sure how to deal with)

Zayn continue "some things they must be said, hurts me when i think about it" this have to be jealousy, vulnerable when he thinks about Harry is on another successful date or relationship or career and it kills him to know that, because he was very close even during X Factor.

However Harry as the satellite said "don't you know I'm right here?" prompting that he is still waiting for his sunflower to swing to his house, HARRY'S HOUSE.

Zayn: *Sitting alone on the OUTSIDE * he thinks too much that past things sometimes hurting him, it can no longer be correct or go back to past. "Leave my life outside" letting him in is the way to save him.

Harry: *Literally outside and spinning* in Engineering, satellite that in service, will stay where they are until ends of it's life service, so Harry is sending signal (while he still available or in service) he knows Zayn may be alone, he calling out for Zayn that he is waiting for him, "spinning out waiting for ya to pull me in" (pull me in, the idea of pull requires more energy like you open a glass door, both of your feet stand on ground for pulling action, it consume energy rather than pushing using your body weight)

in Zayn last line of Outside: " Leave my life outside

Oh, oh-oh, or let me in"

Harry last line of Satellite: "Spinning out, waiting for ya (for ya, for ya) to pull me in (for ya)

I can see you're lonely down there

Don't you know that I am right here?"

It's a little complicated to understand, but I'll be more active back here. I left y'all unattended, but my auto pilot is on so hope y'all good🥺

~ spinning out waiting for you to pull me in

[popsorters]

ੈ♡‧₊˚ sorter for zayn malik’s entire discography: zayn

[ussers]

zayn users

zmalikft93

ilysmalikz

vibezaym

zmalikisart

icaruszwayn

eu faço divulgação de produtos da shopee, caso vocês se interessem vou deixar o link aqui embaixo

link

E se caso você tiver interesse em ter R$ 10,00 reais de desconto nas suas compras da shein é só usar meu código de referência BR08005Y (vá no seu perfil e clique em minha indicação)

🚨 O código é para compras acima de 200 reais.

[maie-ashraf1d]

Cause now the whole damn world will know that we're too numb and just too dumb to change the story..

Good years by Zayn

[meriapeters]

O zayn escreveu essa música pro liam também 🍷

[louisbxne]

ZAYN

Better (2020) Dir. Ryan Hope

[iconsfinder]

[keepingupwithzaynmalik]

I'm very proud of it. Obviously I didn't do any promo so it did what it did, but I still think it's a solid body of work.

Zayn on "Nobody Is Listening" via STATIONHEAD - 28/03

[aguuuua]

zayn blue 💙

[iconzayn]

PAYNT BY ZAYN II

[louuthesunflower]

Happy new year to my bitches here !! Hope that this new one be more gentle with us, be kind to yourself and with others, give love to yourself, listen more music, laugh more, be yourself ALWAYS !!! You’re amazing, deserve the world and more, lots of love 💜

[jqhotchner]

midnight sky

what you were doing was absolutely insane! you just met the man not even twenty four hours ago. but the connection the two of you had was incredible, almost like you were made for each other. maybe you were.

the day started off like every other morning. you groaned as your alarm clock went off, got out of bed, took a quick shower, brushed your teeth, and finally made it down town to your favorite local coffee shop.

you ordered a basic coffee and a pastry before sitting in your normal spot, far in the back. you took your laptop out of your bag and began grading papers, groaning and rolling your eyes at the students who didn’t turn in a paper yet.

after about thirty minutes you heard commotion outside. normally you’d ignore it. it’s new york city after all, it was always filled with nosy people. today was different! flashes came from the window, almost blinding you more than the sun.

you heard people screaming as if someone fell and died. you looked up and saw the paparazzi outside. frowning, you grabbed your things and headed for the door.

“shit! im sorry, love!”

groaning at your coffee spilling on the ground, you were ready to yell at whoever this pretentious actor or whatever he was! not caring if the media and his fans tore you a new one.

“watch where you—”

you couldn’t even finish your sentence. he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. from his buzzed hair cut, beautiful brown eyes, tattooed neck, and his attire. he was the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.

“are you alright, babe?” even his accent was perfect.

“uh—yeah—yeah! im sorry.”

he chuckles, “it’s my fault, really.”

you were frozen. completely mesmerized by this beautiful man in front of you. your heart skipped a beat.

“it’s fine—um, i should get going.” you began walking away, pushing through the loads of paps. you needed to get far away so you could get that man out of your mind.

unfortunately the moment you got home you looked him up. you needed to know who he was and where he was from. you searched the location of the coffee shop and found tmz reporting the images.

“zayn malik. fuck, even his name is perfect!” you dived into everything zayn malik and began to sigh. soon you find his instagram, noticing he only had a few post. you assumed he deleted his old post due to him starting a new era for his next album.

biting your lip you sigh as you close your eyes processing. god, where you an idiot for even thinking about messaging him. maybe? you knew he probably got thousands of messages everyday, but it was something about him. you click on his profile, clicked on message, and began typing.

‘hi..god, you probably won’t see this, most likely won’t even open it, won’t bat an eye, but i thought i should text you. i guess im intrigued you could say.’

you wait patiently until you heard your phone vibrate. you had never picked up your phone so quickly. you smiled hugely when you saw it was him that sent you a message.

‘hey! normally i don’t open this app unless im posting something about me music or a selfie. coffee shop girl, right?’

smiling, you typed,

‘yeah! sorry about spilling that coffee by the way. im normally not that clumsy.’

‘haha!’

‘it’s cool, babe. got a three year old! use to clumsy.’

‘oh? didn’t noticed you had a kid. gonna be honest, i kinda went on a bit of a stalker session finding you.’

‘really? that’s cute!’

‘yeah! got a daughter. she’s the sweetest thing even!’

‘i love kids! i always wanted to teach kids instead of middle schoolers. kids love the color and draw. middle schoolers love to gossip and fight.’

‘ha! not ready for that at all!’

‘you’re a teacher, huh? that was my career path before i became a musician.’

‘i enjoy teaching! wanted to since i could remember!’

‘you guys are doing great work! deserve a pay raise!!’

‘tell that to the us government. 😩’

‘fuck them all!!!’

‘agreed!’

‘how bout i meet you up for a coffee? promise, no paps this time?’

‘right now?’

‘yeah…is that okay, babe?’

‘yeah—yeah! ill be there in twenty.’

‘cool! see you soon ;)’

you never got ready so fast in your life. heading downstairs from your building and walking a few blocks to the coffee shop, you spot zero paps and zayn sitting inside your booth. you smile before walking into the building. when he spots you, he smiles at you, stands up, and gives you a hug.

“hey.”

“hi.” you sit in the seat right across from him.

“never got your name. your instagram account doesn’t give it away.”

you blush. you created your instagram when you were in middle school. being overly obsessed with harry potter as a kid and extremely dorky, you had to go with ‘voldedork_hp,’

you never got around to changing it. now you regret that decision one hundred percent. “im sorry about that. a little embarrassed.”

“don’t be! it’s cute. im a huge harry potter fan myself. i went as voldemort last halloween as a mater-of-fact.”

“my names yn.”

“it’s nice to meet you yn. you have a lovely name by the way.”

you snort. feeling like your name was completely bland compared to his!

“may i ask where you’re from? your accent, it’s pretty thick, even for someone born in the uk.”

zayn chuckles. “yeah! m’from bradford england. my pops is pakistani so my accent comes out a little bit stronger i guess. what about you? you don’t sound like a new yorker.” he takes a sip of his coffee.

“im not! born and raised in texas actually.”

“texas, huh? you’re a little way from home, yeah?”

“i got a full scholarship for new york university! i couldn’t pass on that opportunity.”

“brains and beauty, huh?”

you blush. he was definitely a flirt! the two of you got to know one another for the next four hours. you both lost track of time. zayn phone blows up and he continues to ignore it. enjoying his time getting to know the pretty woman across from him. you were loving the company and conversation. it felt like you knew each other for the longest time. you were both laughing and listening to each other tell some crazy story. it felt right.

“how about we get out of this coffee shop, yeah? maybe walk around new york? i promise, no paps. i know places they’ll never go.” he winks at you. you nod before getting out of the booth. zayn grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers.

you were surprised but you didn’t object or pull away. zayn paid for his coffee, leaving a generous tip before leaving. you walk hand and hand around new york, enjoying each other’s company. you continued to talk about everything. the two of you got along so well, you felt crazy for already falling for him. you just met the man! how could you already have such strong feelings for the musician? were you seriously losing your mind? you just couldn’t help how you felt though.

zayn felt the same way. it’s why, standing in front of a courthouse, holding your hand as the moonlight shines, he got the craziest idea. he stops, looks you in the eye, and caresses your cheek. “may i kiss you, babe?”

you blushed, nodding nonetheless. when his lips touched yours, you felt the whole world stopped. god, how could such a beautiful man be this perfect? when he pulls away he grabs your hand and runs across the street. it was like faith, standing in front of a kay jewelers and a bridal shop. you laugh as he looks at you with the biggest grin on his face.

“what?”

“this is gonna be the craziest thing ive ever done or said but, i just—i feel like ive known you for the longest time. you’re beautiful, funny, smart, and amazing. i—i feel like we’re meant to be, meant to meet each other. and you, god maybe this is insane! you can totally say no, kick my ass, slap me, whatever you want, but this is just perfect. it’s almost like faith,”

“what is it?” you asked nervously.

“a jeweler, a bridal shop, and a courthouse right across the street. maybe this is the universe telling us to just go for it. let’s get married.”

normally if a man had asked you this you’d laugh in his face. you’d think he was absolutely insane for even suggesting this idea. but seeing all the key details, it’s like a story from a fairytale! who were you to pass up a fairytale story?

“okay!”

“yeah?”

you nod your head. zayn kisses you passionately before calling up taryn to be a witness! once he convinced her, he grabs your hand, head into the jewelry parlor, the two of you pick your rings before going to the bridal shop and grabbing the most gorgeous dress and a suit, before heading across the street to officially get married.

“are we doing this, forreal?”

“yeah, yeah we are! let’s get married, baby!”

and before you know it, you become misses malik. a true fairytale.

i really hope you all like this fic! it’s not enough zayn fics out there and i need people to make some!

what do you think?

if you wanna be added to taglist please don’t hesitate to ask!!!