content: chaotic couple energy, pda, teasing, public mischief, soft!harry behind it all
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The thing about dating Harry Styles was that people expected charm. Grace. Mystery, maybe. Something refined and a little poetic.
What they didn’t expect? You.
You—his loud-mouthed, snort-laughing, lip-gloss-wearing girlfriend with an attitude and a complete disregard for appropriate public behavior. And, somehow, the absolute love of his life.
It starts with you dragging him into a photo booth at a random LA diner at 11pm, both of you tipsy on milkshakes and fries. He tries to behave, poses with a shy little smirk for the first photo—but then you lick his neck in the second one, and he’s gone. There’s no recovery from that. The third frame is a mess of teeth and hands and your laughter echoing way too loud for the sleepy place you’re in.
He has the strip of photos in his wallet to this day.
Then there’s the incident at Whole Foods.
Harry’s just trying to get oat milk. That’s all he wanted. Oat milk.
But you’re pushing the cart and suddenly you’re leaning in, whispering in his ear, “If you bend over like that again in those pants, I will climb you like a tree in aisle seven.”
He chokes on air. Knocks over a box of granola bars. An old lady gasps. You grin like the devil.
Later that day, you’re walking down Melrose hand in hand, and you keep pulling him into alleys to “make out like teenagers.” You make him hold your leg up against a brick wall. Harry can’t stop giggling, hiding behind his sunglasses as if they make you both less obvious. The paparazzi photos are wild. You’re labeled “the menace.” Harry’s grinning in every single one.
At a dinner party, you slide your hand under the table and trace your name on his thigh while maintaining a perfectly polite conversation with Olivia Wilde. Harry nearly knocks over his wine glass when your fingers go a little too high. “Can’t take you anywhere,” he hisses, cheeks red, eyes dark.
“Then stop taking me,” you shrug, licking dessert off your spoon like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.
But the truth? He lives for it. For you.
You with your shameless affection and chaotic flirting and your need to pull him into dressing rooms just to "check how the lighting looks on your outfit while he's inside."
You are a menace.
And Harry Styles is happily your accomplice.
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summary: snapshots of your proposal, the big day, the announcement, and all the moments in between.
vicious speaks: i’m not telling you to listen to never stop (wedding version) by safetysuit while reading this, but i do highly recommend it.
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yourusername anything interesting happen while we were away?
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zayn thank you for saying yes 🤍
⤷ yourusername you made it easy 🖤
yourbff BITCH FT ME RIGHT NOW
⤷ yourusername as you wish 🤭
yourmom i knew the whole time 😉 ♥︎ by author and zayn
yourcousin not you announcing your engagement in a vacay photo dump 😭 congrats 🍾 ♥︎ by author and zayn
⤷ yourusername it had to be done lol thank u!!
yoursister oh my gosh 🥹 we need a girls night immediately
⤷ yourusername absolutely! this weekend? ♥︎ by yoursister
friend congrats 🥳🫶🏼 ♥︎ by author and zayn
taylorswift congratulations on this new chapter! eagerly waiting for the big day 🩷
⤷ yourusername thank you ☺️ expect your invite in the mail 💌
⤷ friend i still can’t believe you’re friends with taylor swift
⤷ yourusername *i* still can’t believe i’m friends with taylor swift
mammamalik ❤️ ♥︎ by author and zayn
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youraunt that smile!! i’ve never seen someone so happy to plan a wedding ☺️
⤷ yourusername he’s so eager to take part in everything, i love it 😭
friend if my future fiancé isn’t this happy to help plan our wedding, i don’t want him ♥︎ by author and zayn
yoursister those dresses are so beautiful
⤷ yourusername i know!! it was so hard to choose between them 🫠
zayn nice flowers, i wonder who gave them to you 🧐
⤷ yourusername hmm, i wonder 👀
⤷ friend stop flirting, it’s making me feel lonely ☹️
⤷ zayn let us set you up ♥︎ by author and friend
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yourbff let the bachelorette shenanigans commence!
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yourusername it’s gonna be so much fun!!
⤷ zayn counting down the days ‘til you’re mine forever 🤍
⤷ yourusername i can’t wait to marry you 🥹💕
friend bring on the chaos 😌
yoursister gonna be a wild weekend 🍾
⤷ zayn not too wild, right?
⤷ friend no promises 😈
yourcousin stripper on standby 😏
⤷ yourusername LMAO STOP
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yourcousin i still can’t believe our little baby is all grown up and getting married!! 🥺
⤷ yoursibling i knooow, i’m so emotional!!
yourusername those drinks were so good, i’ll take five more 😉
⤷ yoursister anything for you 🫡
zayn please come back in one piece
⤷ yoursister lol we’ll try
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yourbff today’s the day!! 💍🥂
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yourusername thank you for being the absolute best maid of honor 🫶🏼
⤷ yourbff thank you for trusting me with the role 💗
zayn 🎉 ♥︎ by author
friend: our girl’s getting hitched!!
friend this is MY royal wedding 🤭
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1dupdates the boys recently on their stories! they’re definitely fucking with us 😭
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fan i just know they’re seeing our reactions and laughing
fan okay but they’re all dressed up pretty nicely…maybe it’s some kind of event?
⤷ fan hopefully we’ll find out soon
fan hear me out… yourbff liked this post, what if zayn and y/n are tying the knot?
⤷ fan okay grandma let’s get you to bed
⤷ fan no, no, let them speak!!
⤷ fan they’re so private, i could see them getting married without even announcing an engagement. and zayn is the only one who didn’t post to his story even though we all know they’re in the same place…🧐
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yourusername 🥹🫶🏼
yourbff it’s tiiiiime 🥳
yoursister let’s get this show on the road!
friend see you 🔜
friend ready for the wedding of the year 💕
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zayn All mine, for a lifetime 🤍
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yourusername I love you, i can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together 💘 ♥︎ by author
username1 WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
username2 not him just casually dropping wedding pics when we didn’t even know they were ENGAGED
harrystyles Beautiful ceremony ❤️ ♥︎ by author and yourusername
nialhoran Yn is a lovely woman! Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness 💛 ♥︎ by author and yourusername
louist91 Congrats on breaking the internet!
⤷ username3 lmaoo harry and niall left nice comments and then there’s louis
username4 well, at least now we know why they were all in italy last month 😭
yourbff words can’t describe how happy i am for you two!! ♥︎ by author and yourusername
yourcousin welcome to the family 🩷 (officially) ♥︎ by author
yoursister finally, i’ve been dying to post photos!!
mammamalik I love you both ❤️
⤷ yourusername Love you so much <3 Thank you for being one of my rocks during this time!!
⤷ zayn We love you, mum ❤️
username5 as much as i’d love if her socials were public, i respect her wish for privacy ♥︎ by yourusername
username6 you all roasted me last month when i said the boys were in town for zayns wedding, but look who was right!!!
⤷ username7 i always believed you bestie
taylorswift The most beautiful wedding i’ve ever been to! Congratulations, you two! love you 💖
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username8 TAYLOR FUCKING SWIFT WAS THERE??? i’m never recovering from this
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⤷ yourusername i love you 💘
friend can’t believe it’s already been a month since the royal wedding!!
⤷ yourusername please 😭
mammamalik The most magical day ✨
⤷ yourusername it was like something out of a fairytale 🥹
yourmom still can’t believe my baby is married! i love you two, so much 🤍
⤷ yourusername i love you!!!!
⤷ zayn love you ❤️
friend it was such a beautiful day, i felt like i was in a movie ♥︎ by author and zayn
Note: It will be mentioned here that Zayn struggled with drugs and alcohol. I wanted to clarify that none of this is intended to offend, mock, or idealize anything. It's pure fiction, and my intention was never to hurt anyone. (I wanted to clarify this because, if you didn't know, he actually did struggle with these things in real life, and I thought it was important to mention!) xoxo
years ago...
They had met long before the world knew his name.
Zayn Malik had been the quiet boy who sat a few desks away from her, all dark lashes and sketchbooks, someone who spoke little but noticed everything. Kyra had been the girl who filled the silence without trying, whose laugh bounced off lockers and made teachers sigh but smile anyway.
They became best friends without announcing it.
It just… happened.
Shared lunches. Walks home. Homework done side by side, even when neither of them was actually studying. Kyra learned the way Zayn hummed absentmindedly when he was nervous, how he avoided eye contact when he cared too much, how he smiled slowly, like it surprised even him. Zayn learned that she hated being called Ky by anyone else, but from him, it sounded like something soft, something earned.
When the sparks came, they didn’t explode, they settled.
Zayn looked at Kyra like she was something precious he couldn’t quite believe was his, and Kyra loved him like she had all the time in the world.
When he told her about The X Factor, his voice shook.
“I’m thinking about auditioning,” he’d said, eyes fixed on the pavement as they walked. “I know it sounds stupid—”
Kyra stopped walking. “Zayn.”
He looked at her then.
“You have to,” she said immediately, eyes bright. “You’d regret it forever if you didn’t.”
That was Kyra.
Always forward. Always believing.
From that moment on, she was his biggest supporter. No doubts. No hesitation. When London came calling, she answered too. Quitting her job, studying in the car, living out of bags and borrowed couches, learning how to make herself smaller so his dream could be bigger. She never complained. Not once.
When One Direction happened, happiness felt unreal.
Zayn was everywhere all at once, and somehow Kyra managed to be there too. She found a remote job, learned the rhythm of airports and tour buses, built a life that fit around his. The boys became family. Harry, especially; loud, warm, endlessly alive, slid effortlessly into her world, making her laugh on days when Zayn was too tired to talk.
For a while, everything was still golden.
But gold dulls if you don’t protect it.
The cigarettes came first. Then the nights got later. The drinking stopped being social and started being necessary. Zayn didn’t change overnight, he faded, little by little, like a photograph left too long in the sun. Fame didn’t make him arrogant; it made him lost.
Kyra noticed before anyone else.
She noticed when conversations turned into monologues. When laughter became background noise. When his eyes stopped finding hers in rooms full of people. She loved him fiercely, stubbornly, but loving someone doesn’t mean you can always reach them.
One night, the apartment was too quiet.
“Zayn?” Kyra asked, hearing the bedroom door open.
Footsteps echoed, uneven, careless, before a heavy thud hit the floor.
“Zayn?!”
She rushed out of the room, her heart pounding as she reached the living room. Zayn was lying on the floor, barely conscious, the smell of marijuana and something stronger clinging to the air.
“I’m fine,” he barely murmured, slurring the words, his eyes closed and unable to get up.
Kyra swallowed her panic and did what she always did. She helped him to his feet as best she could, guiding him to the bedroom and sitting him down on the bed. Her hands were gentle as she took off his jacket, even though her chest felt tight.
“You can’t keep doing this, Zayn,” Kyra tried to say as she took off his jacket, her voice calm.
“You always say the same thing,” he mumbled, still struggling to speak.
“Well, maybe you should start listening to me,” she replied.
“Bullshit, don’t tell me what to do, mind your own business,” Zayn abruptly turned away from her and lay down on the bed, passing out completely asleep.
Kyra stood there, frozen. Something inside her fractured quietly, painfully. She didn’t cry. She just felt hollow.
Morning came too soon.
Kyra leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping a cup of coffee she barely tasted, waiting for Zayn to wake up. She couldn’t ignore it anymore. She wouldn’t.
As if summoned, he appeared, smiling, refreshed enough to pretend nothing had happened. He walked toward her, arms reaching for her waist, familiar and automatic—but she pulled back, not letting him touch her.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, frowning, genuinely worried.
“I can’t, Zayn,” she whispered.
“What do you mean, love?” He tried to approach her again, only to be rejected once more. “Hey, what do you mean?”
“I’m tired, Zayn. I can’t keep waiting for you every night to come home passed out so I can help you to bed, reeking of alcohol and drugs, like it’s normal...” Kyra begins. “Damn, even thinking that this has become a habit doesn’t make sense. Passed out, Zayn... you come home passed out every night, and I’m the only one here, sleepless all night, worried about you, and on top of that, I have to put up with you treating me like garbage just because I want to help you.”
Zayn stood there in silence, processing her words. For months she had begged him to seek help, to slow down, to care. He hadn’t thought it was that serious. Somewhere along the way, he had lost control without realizing it.
“It’s not every night...” Zayn begins, somewhat annoyed. “I just need a distraction, okay? I’m with the band all the time, without a single second of peace. All I see and hear is chaos and mayhem. I just want to have some fun.”
“That’s not a distraction! You don’t talk to your family, you don’t talk to me!” Kyra pauses briefly. “You don’t see me, you don’t hear me, you’re not interested. I don’t want to sound selfish or like I’m demanding anything from you, but I gave up everything, Zayn. I did everything I could to follow your dreams, to help you, and to be there to be the first to congratulate and support you.”
“The only moments we share are these: the mornings when you’re hungover, you come to hug me, you have a coffee, you shower, and you leave. Then I just see you passed out in the living room.”
Zayn remained serious, but inside, everything hurt.
“I didn’t think you’d notice, you’ve been spending a lot of time with Harry lately,” he couldn’t help but blurt out, giving in to his jealousy.
Kyra froze, stunned, hurt beyond words.
“Yeah, I wonder why,” she commented sarcastically. “Maybe because I’m in a city where I don’t know anyone, in an apartment all day alone because my boyfriend can’t even be bothered to ask how I am.”
Silence.
“I don’t recognize you, Zayn,” she began, tears welling in her eyes. “I don’t know who you are, I don’t know when you became a complete stranger. I was always here, I’m still here, and I don’t remember when you slipped through my fingers. I’m sorry, Zayn, I’m so sorry, but I can’t keep doing this to myself. I’m drained. I really tried.”
She placed her cup down gently and walked past him.
Zayn reacted on instinct, grabbing her arm.
“What do you mean? What you doing?” His voice trembled slightly.
“I’m leaving, Zayn. We... I can’t do this anymore. You’re not the Zayn I fell in love with.”
He froze.
Kyra pulled away, not just from his grip, but from everything they had been.
Kyra started a new life.
But Zayn never forgave himself.
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present day...
Time passed.
Not gently, not mercifully—but it passed.
Kyra moved forward the only way she knew how: by building something of her own. She never felt whole again, not completely, because some loves don’t disappear—they linger, quiet and permanent, like scars you stop noticing but never lose. Still, she studied, worked, pushed herself harder than she ever had before, until effort turned into success.
KY was born almost accidentally.
It wasn’t a clever name. It wasn’t meant to be. It was intimate, heavy with meaning. Only one person had ever called her that. Only one person had ever believed in her designs before she believed in them herself. Zayn, before fame... before everything broke, had always been the loudest voice telling her she was capable, that she was talented, that she should never settle for less.
Only Zayn called her Ky.
And now the world did too, without knowing why it mattered.
She lived in a large apartment in the United States, surrounded by clean lines, light-filled rooms, and the quiet satisfaction of having made it on her own. She was well-known, financially stable, and doing exactly what she loved. From the outside, she had everything.
From the inside, there was still a small, aching absence.
“I already told you, idiot, of course you’re invited!” Kyra said via FaceTime to the long-haired man on her screen.
“Well, I had to find out through Instagram! If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have known!” he said, annoyed, although he wasn’t really annoyed… maybe a little.
“Harry, please, I posted the announcement 14 minutes ago! Of course I was going to invite you all myself, but you didn’t even give me 20 minutes!” Kyra laughed.
“Anyway, you’re already starting to hate us,” he said dramatically.
“Oh, please, you’re one of the best coincidences of my life,” Kyra said sweetly.
“Oh, please! Stop it! You’re making me blush!” Niall joined the FaceTime call.
Everyone laughed, the familiar warmth filling her chest.
“Anyway, next week, the grand opening of one of my biggest stores is going to be a big deal, so please don’t be late,” Kyra pleaded.
“NEVER, MA’AM!” Louis struck a military pose.
She laughed so hard her stomach hurt, and for a moment, everything felt easy again.
“Where’s Liam?” Kyra asked when she stopped laughing, noticing his absence. The three boys exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them.
“Um, Liam went to meet up with… Zayn.” Louis glanced at Harry sadly before turning back to Kyra.
“Liam is really the only one he’s been talking to since he left.” Louis finished.
The name hit her like a memory she hadn’t invited back.
Zayn left the band not long after she left him.
Not immediately. In fact, the months that followed were the worst of his life. If he used to come home in the early hours before, now he didn’t come home at all. The apartment felt unbearable without her, too quiet, too empty, stripped of warmth. There was no point in going back to a place that no longer held her voice, her presence, her love.
He disappeared. Pushed people away. Lost patience with everything.
Eventually, he sought help. And help asked questions he had avoided his entire life. Questions about identity, purpose, and self-destruction. Questions that hurt to answer but hurt more to ignore.
For sure leaving One Direction wasn’t easy, wasn’t clean. But it was necessary...and through it all, Liam stayed, he'd always had a stronger friendship with him anyways.
“But don’t worry, I’ll text him right now and let him know. He wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Harry said, already typing.
Kyra blinked rapidly, forcing the memories back.
“Sure,” she said quickly. “I’ll be waiting for you guys. I love you!”
She hung up and stared at her reflection in the black screen.
“Come on,” she whispered. “Get over it.”
The week passed faster than she expected, and suddenly she was standing in the center of her newest store, dressed elegantly, surrounded by light, music, people, cameras. Her biggest opening yet. Family, friends, press, fans...everyone celebrating what she had built.
“I hope I get a discount,” a familiar voice teased behind her.
Kyra turned instantly, her eyes widening as she threw herself into Harry’s arms. “HARRY!”, he lifted her off the ground, spinning her effortlessly as they both laughed.
“We’ll get one too, right? I just saw a jacket that was fire,” Niall added, with Louis nodding enthusiastically.
Kyra hugged all of them at once, Niall, Louis, Liam, holding on a second longer than necessary.
“I can’t even tell you how much I missed you guys!”
“We missed you too! Our little bee has become a queen bee and owner of her own hive,” Niall said dramatically.
“Kyra, I…need to tell you something...” Liam started, guilt written all over his face. “I’m sorry, but maybe I—”
Kyra stopped breathing, something very much familiar was approaching.
A buzz cut. More tattoos. Broader shoulders. Melting eyes.
“Zayn?” she whispered.
“I’m sorry,” Liam murmured, before the boys gently pulled him away, leaving her alone with the one person she had never truly left behind.
“Hey, Ky,” Zayn said softly.
That damn nickname.
“Hey,” she managed.
“Congratulations,” he said. Seconds that felt like days passed, making his heart ache.
“Hey, I’m so sorry for showing up here uninvited, at such an important event for you. But that’s precisely why I had to come. Liam got the message while he was with me, and Ky—”
“Can we just…” Kyra interrupted, forcing a polite smile. “Can we just not do it here?… not now. Maybe we can talk more calmly later.”
She walked away before her walls collapsed. Didn’t cry. She smiled. She drank white wine,champagne. She talked to people as if everything was just right as it was supposed to be, of course she also avoided the boys entirely.
As the hours passed, the crowd thinned, the lights dimmed, and the music stopped completely. Until she was completely alone in her new store, well…almost alone.
“Yes, of course, I'm sorry for how I acted before… it's just that…” Kyra tried to explain, her voice low, careful, as if one wrong word could shatter whatever fragile truce existed between them in that moment. The noise of the event still hummed faintly around them, distant laughter and clinking glasses bleeding through the walls, but it all felt muted now, like the world had stepped back to give them space.
“No, no, I'm sorry. I should have realized that the middle of the event wasn't the place. I just… I really need to talk to you.”
Zayn moved closer to her then, slowly, deliberately, as if giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. He stopped just a few centimeters from her, not too close, not too far...just close enough that Kyra could feel the warmth of him, the familiarity that her body recognized before her mind could catch up. Her heart began to race despite herself.
“Go ahead,” she whispers, barely trusting her voice not to crack.
Zayn exhales, a deep, unsteady sigh that had nothing to do with exhaustion and everything to do with fear. It was the kind of breath someone takes before stepping into something terrifying, like he was finally sitting down to take the exam he’d been studying for his entire life, praying that all the effort, all the pain, would somehow be worth it.
“There's nothing I can say to make you forgive me, I can't expect you to. The day you left… that day I felt like I died. All the shit that was going on, all the anxiety, the fear, the exhaustion—the only thing that kept me going was you, Ky.”
His voice wavered, and Kyra felt it hit her straight in the chest, knocking the air out of her lungs.
“You made me happy, you always did. From the first day we met at school, I knew you were the one for me. And I'm sorry, I'm so sorry with all my heart because I lost myself. Everything I was disappeared, I was consumed, and you were there to support me through everything. I didn't see it, and I hate myself for it.”
His eyes glistened under the soft lights, and his voice trembled despite his effort to stay composed. Kyra felt her own eyes burn almost immediately, that familiar sting she’d learned to fear because once it started, it never stopped gently. She swallowed hard, her chest tight.
“Zayn…” she sighed, his name leaving her lips like a quiet ache rather than a word.
“Please,” he continues quickly, like he’s afraid she’ll stop him if he pauses. “That night I wanted to follow you, I wanted to run after you and do anything to make you stay, but I couldn't allow myself to, Ky. I couldn't allow myself to keep hurting you, to keep seeing you like this because of me. I needed to fix myself first… but just because I didn't follow you that night doesn't mean I let you go, Ky. Letting you go forever was never an option.”
Kyra’s tears finally spilled over, tracing slow paths down her cheeks as she listened. Every word felt like reopening old wounds and healing them at the same time.
“And I'm so sorry it took me that long to realize,” Zayn goes on, his voice breaking now, “but I couldn't follow you. Ky, I couldn't follow you. I couldn't go looking for you because I couldn't allow myself to keep hurting you—the person I love most, the person I've always loved, the only person who made me feel understood and supported.”
By this point, Kyra was crying openly, her shoulders trembling as she struggled to breathe through the emotion crashing over her. Zayn stepped closer, unable to resist anymore, gently cupping her cheeks in his hands like she was something precious, something fragile he was terrified of breaking again. His thumbs brushed away her tears with aching tenderness.
“I looked for help, I found it and I found myself again.”
He lifts her chin just enough for her to look at him, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes were red now, rimmed with emotion, but clear in a way she hadn’t seen in so long.
“And I know it sounds selfish like shit, but I looked for you, and I found you. I can't let myself lose you again, Ky. I won't.”
The last words came out as a whisper, raw and desperate, like a promise he was making not just to her, but to himself.
Silence falls between them for a few seconds, heavy and sacred. Kyra needed the time—to breathe, to process, to let the years of pain and longing settle into something she could finally understand. She had dreamed of this moment more times than she could count, and now it was here, real and imperfect and overwhelming.
“I couldn't keep letting myself be destroyed the way I was, Zayn,” she finally says, her voice trembling but steady enough to be honest. “I couldn't keep seeing you like that. I tried everything to help you, but I just couldn't let myself watch you destroy yourself like that.”
She exhales shakily, her forehead falling briefly against his chest before she looks back up at him.
“I just wanted my Zayn back,” she whispers.
“I love you, Ky… I loved you, I love you, and I always will… Please, I'm sorry.”
He presses his forehead to hers, their noses almost brushing, his breath uneven against her skin.
“I love you, Ky… I loved you, I love you, and I always will… Please, I'm sorry.”
“I love you, Zy,” she replies through tears, her hands gripping his jacket like she’s afraid he might disappear if she lets go. “I always have, I do now… and I think I always will.”
That was all they needed.
They had always known, felt it in the quiet moments, in the pain, in the absence, in the way no one else had ever quite fit the empty spaces inside them. Problems existed everywhere, life was never simple, but what they shared had always been stronger than fear, stronger than mistakes. And the fact that he had owned his failures, that he had healed and come back with honesty in his eyes, meant everything to her.
He was back—truly back—and she wasn’t about to push him away for anything in the world.
The kiss that followed wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was slow, gentle, and necessary. Not sexual, not dramatic, but deeply emotional, as if they were breathing life back into each other. It felt like something missing had finally returned home, like empty spaces in their hearts had been filled exactly the way they were always meant to be—by each other.
Even though he is your boyfriend he is instantly your best friend aswell. Like, you’re laughing 24/7 with him, and there’s no such thing as being too serious for too long with him
Constant joking. Dad jokes, teasing, random impressions… he will do anything to hear you laugh, even if it’s a bit embarrassing
Especially when your sad he’ll use a joke to see you smile again as he loves your smile
Super affectionate but in a really natural way like arm around your shoulders, holding your hand without thinking, pulling you into hugs randomly little things that make you feel safe and loved
Dates are very him: casual dinners, pubs, watching football together, or just chilling at home with music on
Your ear would be talked off with his rants on soccer, you will hear about it a lot (not kidding). He’ll try to explain matches to you like it’s the most simple and important thing in the world
He loves when you come to his shows, and he’ll always look for you in the crowd. And if he spots you, his whole face just lights up
You’d get voice notes from him instead of texts like random updates, singing bits of songs, or just him chatting about his day. You never thought it was wowed you just thought it was normal plus you lived hearing his beautiful accent
He definitely is the type to cook for you… and it’s actually pretty good. He gets weirdly proud if you like it
Play fighting with him is a regular thing. Like stealing snacks, fake wrestling, arguing over the remote
If you’re ever sad, he doesn’t go super serious straight away. He tries to cheer you up first, but if you really need it, he’ll sit with you and just listen to you rant and let out all your emotions
Hyping you up constantly yes sir. This man is your biggest cheerleader even over the smallest things. Outfit? Amazing. Hair? Amazing. You existing? Amazing
You’d definitely end up friends with his friends, he loves having you around his circle and he’ll know that if he’s busy he can ask is friend to help you out
Late-night chats where you somehow go from laughing to deep conversations about life and dreams are a must with you too communication is a big thing in your relationship especially when he’s on your
He’d absolutely teach you random Irish slang and laugh when you say it wrong
A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: That you love his family, you love his mom and his mom loves you. Your also very gentle and quiet just like him
B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: He loves your legs, they way you wrapped them around him when you cuddle him, he loves to lay his hands on them, just touching your warm skin.
C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: He likes to be the big spoon but he loves it when you just cuddle him when he's sitting on the sofa or on his chair behind his computer.
D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Staying at home, playing video games together.
E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He doesn't, he mostly keep them to himself, sometimes they slip up and you just hold him, telling him it okay.
F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: Yes, he loves to start a family with you, he loves to have children with you and getting a dog or cat.
G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: He gives spoils you silently, you come home and there are flowers in a vase or some new shoes you love.
H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: He hold your hands when he's anxious, squeezing your hands a little bit, checking that your still here with him.
I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: He will get anxious, pacing around and calling his mom for support. He hates it tho.
J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: He likes to joke around, he likes to play around when you guys are playing some video games, distracting you.
K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: Soft but deeply on your lips. He also places a lot of kisses on the top of your head an hands.
L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: He remembers the small things you like or do, he sees everything and makes sure your always okay. He also makes sure his mom will cook some food for you because he knows you love her food.
M = Memory, favorite memory together: Having a game night for the first time together. The laughs and the fun that night was the best you guys ever had. Playing around and just being yourself with him.
N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: Leaving him, losing you, you being hurt, hating him. just everything, he hates his anxiety.
O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: He's secretly a nerd in video games, he has a steam deck and he always carries it with him.
P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Darling and babe.
Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: At home, playing video games or just go our for a walk close by.
R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: Tortoise by Frankie Stew and Harvey Gunn. When you hear this song, your mind wanders off to him. You need him and he needs you, you miss him when your not with him and life is not the same without him.
S = Secrets, how open is he with you: He tries to be open with you but sometimes his anxiety is in his way, he wants a good communication but needs some help sometimes as he cover up his emotions a lot.
T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: It took awhile, he thought you didn't liked him till a friend of him told him otherwise, he asked you out by text message and asked you later if you wanted to be his.
U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: He thinks it's because of him, he freaks out and gets upset as well, when he knows it not him he stays quiet, thinking how he can fix it.
V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He's proud that you like his family, that you like to game with him and that you support him
W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: He wouldn't like it but would support you, he would defend you
X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He knows when sometime up, he knows everything as he sees everything.
Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: Some where private but anywhere what you like and say yes to him
Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: Knowing you there, holding your hands, listing to music and playing video games. he also calms down when he's alone.
i am most definitely NOT a writer but i am working on something right now. its a 1D/liam fic which is full of fluff and angst. its basically a mix of all those 2011-2015 fanfics with a good plot but sometimes randomly rushed.
would anyone like to read it? if i get a good response i might publish it here or on wattpad
would you want to read it?
yessssss i wanna read
lmao no
Voting ended onNov 22, 2024
this is just to heal my inner fangirl because one direction meant everything to me and i regret not keeping up with them.
