ZAYN

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pezhq​:

“I think the weed may actually balance itself out. If having a memory that isn’t too great is the consequence for that kind of utter relaxation, it’s worth it.” Perrie could easily understand why one might choose weed over random memorization anyway. “And you get out of doing the shopping? I would say that’s a win win situation,” the girl pointed out with a giggle. “Another way being what?” Her brow arches as she looks at him. “The first few flights, you’ve traveled a lot, have you?” Or at least more than she had, but that isn’t unusual being that she’s hardly been anywhere. “I’ll have to take you up on that, you would probably be able to talk me down. Or at least keep me sufficiently distracted enough.” She finds herself grinning when he compliments her again, “I know just which emoji you mean.” Perrie is relieved that it’s dark in there because she can feel herself blushing again “if you happen to find it especially hard, you can always call me.” It’s a tongue in cheek comment, and a little forward she knows, but she has no problem putting it out there.

“you have never strike me as the type to be into that kind of shits.” he utters, with complete honesty. he has probably muttered multiple versions of that sentence too many times tonight but she keeps surprising him. part of him always assumed perrie would be more stuck up, a bit harder to please than the typical girls he runs into at the bar. it still maybe true, but he sees himself creeping into her life casually a lot more now than before. laughing, zayn shrugs, “it is. no complaints, it’s part of the reason we’re still living together.” he admits. liam has made leaving his parents place much easier. “i hear it’s better to find out than to talk about it.” he whispers with a deep growl. “oh yeah, the lads love traveling so i sort of got stuck with it. then i fell in love with it. my best friend adores it, even has a kid overseas.” zayn laughs -- the same reaction he made when he got told his stupid best friend would be a father. “i don’t like to brag but i tend to be a good distraction.” after all, he has distracted her tonight. “i have no doubt that tonight will be one of those especially hard nights.” the male turns her head his direction, “not that you’d complain.” he adds, catching her lips in a soft and passionate kiss.

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perrie: for all of the trophy wives who don’t work. Hence the high maintenance! I actually hadn’t connected that until now.

perrie: worked hard for the money?

zayn: must be nice.

zayn: the whole trophy wife kind of shit? it's typically easy to pick those kinds of people out.

zayn: i like to think i'm a hard worker. jade will argue otherwise.

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perrie: a majority of the day was working. The weekends are usually a bit busier. How was your day?

perrie: I’ll be sure to do that!

zayn: you're busy doing hair during the week? that's wild. don't people work...or i don't know, have shit aside from annoying you to do.

zayn: my day was good. always a good day the day before your off day. typically make the most out of workdays so i don't feel bad about being lazy my off days.

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perrie: my thoughts exactly

perrie: sometimes! Some days are better than others.

perrie: I did my best. And no one ended up screaming at me so I think that’s a win.

zayn: so aside from that how was everything else? or did you spend your entire day working?

zayn: that's great news. if they do end up coming back, ring the bat alarm, i'll be there to save you from the bullshit complaints.

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perrie: long day at least the work part of it is over.

perrie: just things like pulling up photos of two completely different styles and saying they want a combo of both. When it isn’t even possible. Another wanted a ponytail so tight that it would appear to give her a facelift.

zayn: yeah, at least it's over. now you can talk to me. i can distract you.

zayn: yikes. do people ask for shit like that.

zayn: kind of scary. did you do it? or at least try it?

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perrie: that probably sounded weird. My clients that were getting their hair done.

perrie: it’s perrie, jades friend. sorry I should have lead with that

zayn: perrie, jade's friend. how are you?

zayn: whats made them high maintenance?

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perrie: all of my clients today were especially high maintenance.

perrie: 🥺

perrie: hows your day?

zayn: all of your clients?

zayn: and who am i speaking to?

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pezhq​:

perrie lets out a laugh as she nods her head, “strange thing, innit? why can i sometimes remember random idiotic facts that i’ve stumbled across over the years, but can’t seem to remember the two things i had to go to the store for once i get there?” that was something that never failed to boggle her mind. she supposed it was because going shopping it was easy to get distracted, but it was still irritating. “no real use in getting all worked up, especially in anger, that never seems to end well for anyone. it hasn’t done you well, you say? was that one of those lessons that you had to learn the hard way?” she was genuinely curious. “yeah, we’ll do that, how prepared are you to deal with my panic attack on the plane..” perrie trails off, flying isn’t something that she’s done before and the thought of it is unnerving. though at the same time it’s something that she’s always wanted to do. “just making sure i heard you right,” the girl teases, her teeth grazing over her bottom lip when she feels his lips on her neck. “we might have to figure out a special emoji that i can send any time i need a compliment.” there was a part of her that wondered if he was pulling her away from her phone moments earlier so that the numbers wouldn’t actually have to be exchanged, she finds herself relieved that it isn’t the case. “i think i would like to do that.” lifting their entwined hands she guides his arms to circle around her waist, freeing her own arms to rest around his neck.

“so relatable.” he laughs, “i don’t think the weed helps much with the memory problem but you know...that’s my own fault.” he shrugs. “it all isn’t that bad, liam does majority of the shopping for this specific reason.” he hums, the memory of his roommate finally giving up and deciding zayn shouldn’t do the shopping alone coming to mind. chuckling, the male nods, “yeah, i guess you can say that. now i take my anger out a different way, the perks of growing older.” zayn muses. “panic attack on a plane? oh god. i have a fear of heights, first few flights were just terrible. i think i’m the perfect guy to hold your hand.” his words coming out cheeky. “you got it.” he mutters. thinking for a moment with pursed lips, zayn utters, “how about the needy one, big eyes? it’s a cute emoji. like you.” he whispers once his lips moves up to her ear. the male hips continues to move his hips in sync with hers, dancing along with perrie, “like that. now that we’ve been around each other it’ll be hard to stay away. especially for me. i like your energy.”

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pezhq​:

“I guess that’s why studying the brain is an actual science. Very complex,” Perrie points out. “But you sort of have a little bit of control over it. Think of it, it’s easy to memorize things you’re interested in versus things you’re not. If you’re invested in it it’s a lot easier to recall the information.” At least that’s how it seemed for her, which is probably why she was hardly ever able to remember test material and things of that nature in school. She was glad those days were over. “Good to know. I’m sort of the same way,” Perrie doesn’t usually get that angry, she finds that it’s a waste of energy so she avoids it. “Definitely a place worth checking out, guess every city has their share of shitty people to be fair. Hmm sure we should plan that,” she plays along, grinning at the same time. Her fingers fold between his and for a few seconds she’s very aware of their palms touching, maybe because it’s paired with the fact that she’s pleasantly surprised at how easy he’s been to talk to, she read him wrong from the start when she used to brush him off. “I doubt you have any trouble looking good overall,” she assures him. “So you’re saying that I look just as sexy sitting across from you at a table as I do dancing up on you? I’m truly flattered,” she ribs him playfully, enjoying not only their banter but also the way that his hips are swaying against hers “no but seriously. I am flattered.”

“complex it is.” he utters in agreement. “i agree, i get it. however, it still makes me uneasy. even the fact that i’m able to remember the shit i’m interested in is wild.” he laughs, “but you’re right, there’s a bright side to it all. gotta deal with it.” humming zayn nods, a bright smile on his face, “the same way? female version of me?“ he teases with a smirk. “in all seriousness, taking shit too seriously and getting upset about it hasn’t done me well.” he confesses. zayn has gotten into his fair share of shit that didn’t really work for the best. “i think we should, that’d be sick. crazy.” he chuckles. everyone would probably consider him crazy, however, crazy is alright with him. “that’s exactly what i said. you look good no matter what.” he reminds her in case she has forgotten. the male rests his chin on her shoulder, placing a soft kiss to the junction of her neck, “anytime you need to hear about it. you’ll have my number soon to embrace in the flattery.” he presses another kiss to her neck, “that, or you can just hang around me a bit more often.”

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pezhq​:

Perrie was never the best student so she identified with that on some level, even if that wasn’t something that she would advertise, “probaby because we start focusing on other things more than learning.maybe our brains can only hold so much information before they’re just like, nope no more room here.” Laughing, the blonde nodded, “maybe just wiser in life experience not actual knowledge?” that sounded like it might make some sense so she went with it.”remind me never to piss you off because if that’s your casual -i hardly know this person- glare, then i do not want to be on the receiving end of the -you’ve actually made me angry- glare.” so far she thinks that with his help, she’s done a good job of turning her night around. maybe it’s turned out better this way than it would have had it actually gone to plan. “i’m jealous. is it as incredible as it looks on tv?” the question sounds silly, but she has to know. “going for a week is better than not going at all. so it really is the city that never sleeps? loads to do. i hope some day ill get to go on a holiday like that.” until then, she would just live vicariously through those that had the chance. “i would be extremely offended if you did complain about it.” and wasn’t she already offended enough for one night? taking a step forward she closed the little space that was left between them, vowing not to think about being offended any more, her earlier troubles floating away as her body moved in time with the music. “i may have taken dance classes until i was 16. but that doesn’t always translate on an actual dance floor.”

chuckling, zayn nods, “perhaps. however, i’m not too sure my brain is focusing on the right information. i mean, memorizing random moments that doesn’t really help or hurt me, or random names. i just -- what is the point of a memory if i can’t control what i want or don’t want to memorize.” his words fucks him up in the slightest, the male chuckling at how preposterous he sounds. “i guess you can say that. technically it isn’t wrong.” he laughs. zayn was shit at school. was on the cusp of failing almost every class yet he still decided to attend university and get a degree in art. “it’s rare that i’m to the point of that pissed off. good vibes only.” he mutters. zayn spends majority of his time high as hell or just trying to make the most of his 24 hour days. “oh yeah, lovely city. the people are shit but just the vibe everyone is just on 100. maybe we can take a trip to new york together.” his words are solely for flirting purposes, the male sending the blonde a playful wink knowing she’ll take it as such. giggling, zayn shakes his head uttering the word “never.” as a promise. as they continue to move, the male hooking his chin over her shoulder as he intertwine their hands, he hums, “that makes sense.” the way their bodies move together makes him seem like a good enough dancer. “it’s translating well between us. you’re actually making me look good. seeing you on the dance floor makes you hotter as well, i guess you can say your sexiness transfers over. god, that’s corny, but you know what i mean.” zayn shakes his head, laughing at his stupidity.

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pezhq​:

“it gets harder the older you get. guess our brains just don’t pick things up the same way. you’d think it would be the opposite but it isn’t,” her words are getting a little rambley, she’s not completely sure that she explained that the right way, but it seemed to make sense in her head. “wow, you’ve perfected that glare haven’t you? look, im all in for the fun, im here, aren’t i?” prior to talking with him, her plan would have been to go home, put on her pajamas, cuddle with her dogs and wallow in the pity of being stood up. the blonde is nodding as he explains, and it takes a second but now she understands the abbreviation, “oh! yeah. ok. now i get it. that’s that big venue right?” now it’s starting to ring a bell even though she hasn’t been there, she’s heard of it. “did you stay long in the states?” perrie hasn’t been anywhere quite that far, only to places that she could travel to by train and she’s a little envious of his experience. the femme gives her friend a look back, jade is the one who asked zayn to sit with her for a bit, so this is mostly her doing. at least that’s what perrie would say if the situation called for it. “good? i dont know if i would say so, but i like to think i have some rhythm,” her shoulders roll in a shrug, “is it because you just love this song so much? or because you wanted an excuse to get more touchy feely” teasing him was amusing, because he would probably just give her a witty response. “dont overthink it,” its a suggestion not just about his answer but about the situation at hand. with the alcohol flowing through her system its a lot easier to let her body feel the beat of the music, her arms slinging over his shoulders.

“yeah, it’s like our brains are deteriorating from the moment we become teenagers or young adults.” a light laugh is accompanied with his words. although, it’s slightly scary. that reality. “it is weird. isn’t the saying you grow wiser as you grow older?” it’s a joke, zayn looking the other in the eye half expecting some sort of amusement. “as i mentioned i’m the only boy, this glare has gotten me far.” perhaps perrie really is in for the fun, and now is actually open to getting to know the person zayn is. “yep, new york city.” he muses. shaking his head, zayn sighs, “unfortunately i was only there for a week. however, i had the time of my life. drunk everyday, partying every night. new activity constantly.” the male would always boast about this experience. it was just unforgettable. “an excuse to touch you would seem creepy, but i can’t say i’m complaining about my hands being on your body.” his hand on her waist pulling her body flush against his own. at her encouraging words, he nods allowing his body to take over his brain. his body sways, the male’s hips moving to the beat of the song blasting throughout the bar. “you have more than some rhythm.” he smiles as they continue to move in sync.

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pezhq​:

“it’s amazing how well children can absorb things like that isn’t it? being able to speak multiple languages without overthinking it, brains are maddening. it seems so hard to learn another language as an adult but children pick it up like -that-” her fingers snapped in time with the last word. “im positive that they do, that’s why i know they’re the right ones to ask. i have to wonder if you’re so suave and charming when you’re wasted,” the blonde teases him, having to grin upon noticing his cheeks heating up. she makes a mental note to ask jade, even if they do keep it just between them, she wouldn’t give him too hard of a time about it. everyones got their drunk stories. reaching across the table she gripped his wrist lightly to turn his arm to get a better look at the letters he’s pointing out, “what’s it stand for? keep it in solidarity, i approve of that.” even if it isn’t any of her business, she prefers the version of the story where neither of them cover the tattoo with something else, it gives it a bit of an edge. the apples of her cheeks tint pink when he mentions exchanging numbers, even though she’ll blame it on the alcohol, “we should do that.” her hand makes a move to grab her bag but shes quickly distracted by him standing, “oh. yeah. sure.” instead of her phone, perrie grabs her glass and polishes it off before standing, knowing full well the alcohol will hit her once she’s up, it always does. “let me get jade to watch my bag,” taking his hand, she uses her other to grab her bag and walk the few feet to the bar where she hands it off to jade to throw behind the bar.

“oh yeah, tell me about it. i attempted learning various languages through grade school but...it seemed much more complex than i assumed.” he confesses. god, learning french was a bit tough for him, but he had long given up. shrugging, zayn purses his lips as he glares at the blonde for a moment. sighing, he utters, “i guess you can ask, but again, what’s the fun in that? get to know all sides of me yourself.” it’s a test, zayn almost sure that if things went with perrie the way it does with women then he’d be cutting her off in a week or so time. “the concert we went to was at madison square garden. again, time of our lives.” a light giggle falls from his lips at the memory. he had been a kid then, first time really experiencing the rush of a concert in a new world that way. truly life changing, it all just making zayn want to travel and live his life to the fullest. allowing her to drag him through the crowds of people, zayn doesn’t miss the unimpressed look on jade’s face. he can only give her an innocent smile and shrugs as perrie leads them to the dance floor now. “you any good at this?” he asks, “i can’t lie, i’m a terrible dancer, not sure why i asked you to dance.” he chuckles though he starts by moving his legs feeling the music, his hands on her waist as he concentrates a bit too hard on his feet.

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pezhq​:

perrie found herself pleasantly surprised at his response, it was an interesting tidbit she probably wouldn’t have learned had she not taken the opportunity to have this conversation, “that’s cool. something you’ve learned from childhood?” those who were able to speak multiple languages was something the blonde was envious of, being able to seamlessly translate in your own head. “so its quite amusing then? might have to ask jade to persuade liam on spilling the beans on that,” she joked. “the story behind it makes it more than just the tattoo which makes sense. you promised you would cover it and then didn’t? don’t keep me in suspense,whats the tat?” the closer she looked, the more she could see just how many tattoos he had when they were looked at more individually. “on your scalp?” the thought almost made her wince, “what did that feel like? the scalp is a place for nice touches!” perrie chuckled. “minus hair pulling but thats only in certain situations.” her smirk was partially hidden by bringing her glass to her lips again for a drink. “its been a while since i’ve had a dye job like that, took lots of conditioning treatments to get me to where i am today.” which was actually not an exaggeration but she took pride in her hair, it was one of her nicer features, she thought. “that makes sense. its sort of nice having a hair stylist handy. or so my friends and family tell me. i could do that. we’ll just have to figure out what shade you like,” normally she might tell someone to keep their hands to themselves but right here and now she doesn’t hate it, in fact, she leaned into his touch just slightly. 

“yeah, my father’s side of the family typically speaks it.” he clarifies. zayn has always been very proud of his pakistan culture and was very eager growing up being able to learn and communicate with his grandparents and cousins. scrunching up his nose with distaste, the male shakes his head, “no thanks. lets leave liam and jade out of this, they probably have so much embarrassing shit on me.” his cheeks get hot at the thought. he and jade often hung around each other outside of work. their groups tend to intertwine which has brought the duo closer together. “it was just a drunken promise. we were both like we‘ll get it small and cover it.” the male points to the msg tattoo on his arm, “it just never happened. we both quietly decided to keep it.” he laughs out loud. “yeah.” he chuckles at her words. perrie was making a fair point. the scalp is a place for soft touches for him. however, his mind began to run thinking about what it is that perrie likes in the bedroom. he couldn’t help himself. “wow, sounds intense.” he assesses. “good thing you’re a hairstylist. for yourself and your friends and family. he nods, “in due time. maybe we should exchange numbers or something, you can send me some suggestions or just text me once in a while.” a smirk is back on his lips. he’s hesitant for her to look at her phone again, not wanting a text to pop up to destroy their vibe. so before she could look at her phone, zayn asks, “want to dance?” not waiting a moment, already moving to his feet with his hand out waiting for her to take it.

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pezhq​:

“Second language and you’re fluent, that might qualify you as being bilingual. Impressive.” Picking up her drink she took another sip before setting it down. “I can’t agree or disagree on your fun drunk scale rating yet. You’d have to be sufficiently drunk so this doesn’t count,” at least not yet. It could, perhaps, if he continued drinking. “But so far I’m having fun so that counts for something.” Perrie could always give credit where it was due. “So then I guess if you cover it up, it’s like another form of expression, double up. That’s fair. Have any not turned out to your liking?” Tattoos were something that always intrigued the blonde and her eyes travel over his arms, observing the ink. “Might have a chance at that,” she tells him with a coy grin. “I’ve dyed it almost every color of the rainbow. I’ve tried to chill with it though so it isn’t crazy unhealthy.” She has to admit that she’s surprised at how easily the conversation is flowing, she really only counted on him hanging for a couple of minutes before peacing out. “Do you only let your sister do your hair?” People could be very particular about that kind of thing, and she was curious.

“multilingual. i speak urdu as well.” the male corrects. he didn’t really speak urdu aside with his family, however, he has always been proud of the fact that he’s bilingual. “true, you’ve missed out on solid moments of me being completely smashed.” the thought of him being as drunk as he typically get with his boys tonight seems amusing, however, he was hoping that he’d end the night with perrie and being shitfaced probably wouldn’t even allow him to get it up. “it’s a start.” he retorts. at her question, the male nods his head, “went to this sick concert in the states with my mate, so we got matching tats. we were drunk and we promised we’d cover it but it turned out to be a sick story. got a few head tats that are noticeable when i have my haircut but i don’t plan on covering those up.” the male adds with a shrug knowing when he mentions that tattoo people look at him as if he’s crazy. although the femme is teasing him, zayn reads women well enough to know they’d probably end up going home together. that thought alone had him bearing his pearly whites. “i feel you. can’t imagine it not dying off if you truly dyed it every color of the rainbow. nah, anyone, but i grew up making deals with my sister to do it so i guess i’ve just leaned on her to do what she does. you into it? was thinking of dying my tips blonde...sort of like your hair.” the male reaches over the table letting his fingers graze the left side of her hair.

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“Your sarcasm is almost undetectable,” the blonde retorts, her own reply holding a tinge of sarcasm, they seemed to have similar humor in that regard so she was fine with the banter. Banter tended to make conversations more fun anyway. “A stubborn drunk, are you?” Perrie laughs. She isn’t all too surprised, it seems that a lot of people can get more hard headed when drinking, especially when they’re drinking hard liquor for some reason. “If you’re not sold why don’t you just wait until you are? Too impulsive? Lack of self control?,” she teases as she raises her brows at him. She nods in response to his question, tucking her hair behind her ear she turns to show him the numerous piercings up her ear lobe and through her tragus, then points out the obvious piercing in her nose. “There are a couple more but they aren’t usually for public viewing,” now it’s her turn to bat her lashes innocently.

“it’s like a second language.” the male along, lips twitching as he picks up his second shot and downs it within seconds. “i am.” he muses with a shrug, “nevertheless very fun.” he reminds her. her question makes him purse his lips, carter taking a moment to think as his eyes scans her face, “i wouldn’t say that.” the male shakes his head, “i think i do it just to be daring, to try something new. somethings are so pointless that some sort of expression is good and for me...i guess random pieces of art on my body is an expression for me.” he finishes with a smile. perrie has him thinking, answering questions he would typically lay awake thinking about. he likes that she seems interested. the raven-haired male leans his elbows on the table, eyeing the piercings she points out, quirking a brow as she mentions the ones for public viewing, “still crossing my fingers i see those tonight.” he winks. “what about your hair? what type of shit you do to it?”

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pezhq​:

“can you hardly handle the anticipation?” the female chuckled along with a slight roll of her eyes. “people tend to hear what they want to hear and see what they want to see, especially when alcohol is involved,” and sometimes even when no alcohol was involved. it all depended on the person and what they hoped to acheive in any given situation. perrie raises her own glass in a silent agreement before taking a sip. she’s happy to let the liquid wash over her, starting to warm her insides, which is probably evident from her cheeks turning just a slide shade of pink. “but how come you don’t just get what you want the first time?” she inquires. “daring..hmm, i have a decent amount of piercings if that counts. but i don’t really do things with the intent of changing it, unless you count changing up my hair.”

chuckling, zayn shrugs his shoulders, “i’m trying to hold it together.” he smirks at the femme, content with her playful demeanor after being upset just a few minutes prior. laughing again, zayn nods, “you're right. myself included. i like to think i’m a good drunk but i’m often even more hard headed than i typically am.” the male warns. zayn is hard headed but he’s just as fun and just wants to have the best time. “my thing is i come up with an idea or someone will come to me with an idea and we’ll work from there. from the start i’m not sold and know i won’t stick around. i guess you can say it’s a momentary decision expected to only stick for a short while.” he further explains with a shrug. “piercings? the male raises his brows. enlighten me?”

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pezhq​:

“i reckon if this conversation continues the way it has been that you might learn a little more,” she wouldn’t say that she was necessarily an open book, but she didn’t usually purposefully withold information either. “i don’t think it’s a purposeful thing. you don’t have any intent to mislead people. but you’re charming and i think that people might sometimes read a little too much into that if they so choose to.” that’s why she did her best to take it at face value, she didn’t always have the best read on people, especially after the way her night started, just because someone might seem interested doesn’t mean they necesarily are. “i might not mind either, either,” she admits with a grin and a shrug, they can both be vague to keep the other guessing. “no one likes disappointment.” that she could say with confidence. “hmm so you change your mind a lot… even with things that are supposed to be permanent. that’s very telling.” 

“can’t wait.” the male nonchalantly muses. he actually couldn’t. a part of him had been intrigued with the women the moment he attempted to talk to her and she shooed him off with a smile on her lips. “i don’t i’m typically straight up. i guess signs are ignored, words are ignored and people create shit in their heads.” he utters with an innocent smile and bat of his lashes. it’s the truth. zayn always tries to be upfront about his feelings and what shit means to him. unfortunately for the girls he has come across, he has never wanted for anything to amount to anything more than hooking up. “interesting. so lets see where the night takes us.” he raises his and cheers to a goodnight before letting the liquid slide down his throat burning his esophagus. chuckling, the male shakes his head, “i didn’t mean it like that. i just mean i do stupid shit with the intent of changing it. it’s never a big tattoo, and i’m always certain i have an idea of how i’m gonna cover it. i guess that’s my way of saying i’m daring...you do anything like that?” he quirks a brow in wonder.