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i love liking someone who is not generically attractive

someone that your friends will quickly dismiss 

but someone that is so obviously beautiful in your eyes

i think it’s having the ability to see someone as a whole 

not just the way everyone else sees them that makes them beautiful

none of my friends will ever see that danger in your smirk 

or the silent eagerness in your eyes

in the same way i do

and i love that

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He felt his own cheeks heat with a blush, one hand raised to rub at the back of his neck. "Yeah, yeah. I just.. Only if you want to? You don't have to, you know?" Zayn was an idiot, he should have kept his mouth closed. Someone needed to constantly be available to duct tape it when needed. His tongue swept over his the part of his lips, throat dry, and heart thrumming. Nervous. Zayn was nervous. He felt like a damn fourteen year old kid with a crush again. Idiot.

Oliver just stared at him for a moment, at a loss for words. Did that really just happen? “U-Uhm…” His cheeks just burned red and he fidgeted with the sleeves of his jumper, pulling them over his hands just a little bit more. “I-I…w-would you mind if we just had a cuppa here?” He asked softly and shifted the shoulder strap of his bag. This was all very sudden. Oliver barely spoke a word to anyone let alone his neighbor. Who seemed to have his own problems as it were, that Oliver didn’t feel like making worse with his presence. “A c-cuppa here sounds fine.”

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Zayn's eyes flickered to the mail held out, and he took it with a small nod, tucking it under his arm, forgotten as he listened to him ramble. Or watched, rather. The small movement of his mouth, the flutter of his lashes, the line of his teeth, his jaw, the blue of his eyes and it was familiar. Almost too familiar but he knew the lines that hurt him, and these weren't them. They looked like the softer ones from before and Zayn had to remind himself to pull his breath into his lungs. His lips parted to say something but he wasn't sure what, he kind of spoke without thinking despite how much he'd been thinking. "Do you want to get coffee with me?" Oh. What? "Obviously I'd put proper clothes on." Shut up. "Or not I mean." Really, please. "I mean you could come in for a cuppa instead? If you don't feel like going out." Pause. "It doesn't have to be a date." Pause. "It can be." Zayn needed to jump off of the apartment complex, really.

"H-Hello," He whispered and fidgeted with the envelopes in his hands and smiled at the boy. "T-They did i-i-it again…" He held Zayn’s mail out to him and chuckled quietly. He pressed his lips together into a thin line and just shook his head. "I’d talk to him about it, but h-he seems kind of c-creepy and I don’t feel like dealing with that." His voice was quiet, but boy he could ramble against the best of them. His eyes widened a little and he inhaled sharply, “‘M s-sorry, I’ll shut up…"

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He was two chapters into a five chapter assigment, pushing his glasses back to rub at his eyes because Harry had been over the night before with a bottle of whiskey and a bowl pack so. Well, needless to say his morning had started at roughly three that afternoon. He pushed his glasses back into place, rucked his shirt up to stratch lazily at his abdomen, shoving his books aside to answer the door. "Hel-" He cut off, swallowing thickly because for the briefist moment the boy in front of him is Louis five years ago, not Oliver the next room over. "Hello. Hi," Zayn cleared his throat, offering up a smile.

He gathered all of his papers together as the models left the studio. He was always the one to lock up the studio…but one of the photographers needed the space for one reason or another. He had a sneaking suspicion that the man had tried at least twice to get him into his office for things that left him less than comfortable and he hurried out of there as fast as he could before he was stopped again. He let out a quiet sigh and by the time he was in his apartment building, he grabbed his mail and there was his neighbor’s envelopes mixed in with his. Shaking his head, he took the stairs and stood in front of the boy’s door, giving a soft knock…or three.

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He hadn't come back that night. Or the next. It was the following morning that Zayn dragged himself back to the apartment. The bruises and scratches not-Louis had left behind littered his body in a bright array of colours, more vibrant after the night at Liam's gave them time to set in. He still hadn't caught sight of himself in a mirror but he felt them, sure enough. He dropped his keys on the counter, fingers lazily sweeping across the wall on his way to his room, purposefully avoiding Louis'. Except the door was locked, so of course he figured Louis was locked in his room. He dragged his knuckles across the door, tired. "Let me in to my room, wanker."

He’s curled up in Zayn’s bed and he hasn’t left the apartment since the night he and Zayn argued. He went to get his things at his apartment and then went back, ignored Louis, and locked himself in Zayn’s bedroom.

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Nothing says “I like you a lot” like a hand around your throat during sex.

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There’s a lot of things that come with the life you could get lost in. But you have to let it be what it is.

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He didn't want to. Everything in him wanted to keep it all locked up and tucked away inside until it killed him. Until everything that had happened finally tore his heart open beyond repair and he bled out. He didn't want to put it all on Liam and leave himself empty again because there was no one left to fill him up when he left here. Zayn doubted Harry would come around again, and more than that he knew Louis didn't want to see him. He didn't want to       but his mouth acted on his own accord and well      "I don't think I'm friends with Harry anymore." Oh.

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He heard Zayn’s thank you and merely hummed in response as he fixed his mug of tea. It was a slow day and evening at the bar and he was happy to be home now. He hummed as he wrapped both hands around the mug and headed into the next room. He swiped the blanket off of the back of his couch and he wrapped it around his shoulders before sitting right across from Zayn and he began sipping his tea. A comfortable silence hung between them and they could just relax together. When Zayn was ready to vent, he would.

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Feeling out again Go and try to be your man when there’s a gun to your head After you’ve found out your good enough wasn’t good enough for everyone else

Singing “Oh, love get me out of the cold” Hold me right by the fire and I’ll show you what home means now The words came with a new kind of sadness  They meant everything, you mean everything to me 

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More often then not recently Zayn found himself thinking that Liam was the only smart one. That maybe the reason Liam wasn't absolutely insane was because he was loyal. He kept his friendships in line and he kept his dick in his pants      except for the person he loved. Zayn envied him, really. Envied that he didn't fuck up everything that he touched the way Zayn did. He uncapped the bottle while thinking that for the millionth time, wincing at the liquid burned his throat, wincing again when he realized how difficult it was to swallow. He hadn't bothered to look in a mirror but judging by how he felt he probably looked awful. "Thank you," he called out quietly.

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Liam just shook his head as he headed into the store to buy what he needed to buy. Bottles of whiskey and a box of tea. The perfect combination for a long, long night with Zayn Malik. As soon as he got home, he heard music playing and he just took the bottles into his living room and set them down in front of Zayn before heading into the kitchen to make himself some tea.