are you still taking writing prompts 👀 if so, and if you want, could you please write something about ziall? I miss them so much. maybe something like niall being the first boy that zayn has feelings for/makes him realise he may not be straight?
I haven’t wrote ziall in a while so I might be a bit rusty. I’ll probably write more prompts tomorrow everyone!
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The coffee burned down his throat as he took a large sip, but it was soothing to feel the refreshing taste of a drink after a long days of work. Zayn settled the coffee cup down beside him on the steps of the cafe, moving his cigarette to his lips as the second treat of his day.
He blew out the smoke long and slowly, watching the greyness of it float along with the cold evening air, it slowly disappearing out of sight just as a boy walked up right in front of him with the bluest eyes and largest smile he has ever seen.
Zayn tried not to look fazed though, raising a brow at the lad as he grabbed for his coffee again to take another swig.
“Help you?” He asked, seeing that the boy was still smiling at him and looking all giddy staring around the front of the cafe. He had a black trench coat on, hands tucked deeply into its pockets. He looked cozy in it, all bundled up.
“My names Niall, I am supposed to have a job interview here and uh…I’m guessing you work here by the name tag?” He seemed nice, but too energetic and looking like he couldn’t bare to stay still with the way his heels bounced off the ground.
“Yeah I do, just go through these doors and ask for Harry the manager, he’ll have you sorted.” Zayn pointed his thumb over his shoulder, switching once again back to the cigarette in his hands, taking another drag with a large inhale.
“Oh thanks!” Niall was fast in moving past Zayn and up the steps, the small ‘ding’ of the bell above the cafe doors opening a sign he had walked inside.
Zayn had already forgotten about the lad, more worried about getting home before the rain started to come.
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The radio played softly in the background, some Coldplay song as the rain poured and slapped against the windows of the cafe. There was no one here, tables and chairs empty and everything too quiet.
But Zayn loved it, and he was happy to grab a seat and settle himself down, relaxing with his sketchbook as he doodled and filled up page after page.
“Aren’t you supposed to be behind the counter?” It was Niall’s voice, of course it was because he was the only one here besides Zayn himself. Harry was gone on vacation, and Liam had to go to his sons play at school so he bagged off work. So now it was just the two of them, and Zayn blinked up at Niall with an uninterested expression across his face.
“Look around, you think I need to be behind the counter right now?” Zayn was back to drawing, he’d get up if someone came in of course, but it didn’t look like anyone would anytime soon by the way thunder shook the walls and the rain pounded harder onto the windows.
“Sorry…just asking.” Niall’s voice softened and sounded wounded by Zayn’s annoyed tone. He kind of felt guilt squeeze at his chest, making his pencil falter in the middle of the skull he was drawing.
But Niall seemed to change moods fast, now moving out from behind the counter himself and walking towards the table Zayn was sat by. He plopped himself right down beside him, a small smile across his face as he stared down in interest at Zayn’s drawing book.
“Woah, those look so cool!” Niall pointed towards the roses he drew, and Zayn almost wanted to bat Niall’s hands away, not wanting to get his finger to smudge his hard work on shading the thing, but he restrained himself since Niall pulled away right after he touched it.
“Thanks.” Zayn acknowledged Niall’s kind words, then went back to drawing.
Niall never left though, and he was staring at Zayn’s drawings as if he was creating another world, eyes big like the day they first met, mouth hung opened and his body almost completely leaned over into Zayn’s personal space.
But…Zayn didn’t mind, he had no idea why.
“Can you draw lilies? Those flowers are so nice.” Niall asked after a few minutes of silence, and Zayn looked up to see Niall was still focused-in on the roses. It almost made him want to smile fondly, but he shook his head, why would he ever be fond of a guy like Niall? He was a…guy.
“Of course I can, been practising.” Zayn flipped through the pages in his book till he found the page he needed, almost blushing at the way Niall gasped loudly.
“That is amazing, oh my gosh I want one of these drawings! Oh could you please draw one for me? Please Zayn?” Niall was pleading like his life depended on it, and Zayn chuckled lowly, biting his lip as he nodded.
He would never draw something for anyone, he always drew for himself and his own entertainment. But Niall was something else, something he’d love to do anything for.
And that..worried Zayn a lot.
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Feelings got more confusing, more brutal and crazy as weeks went by being in Niall’s presence. Cause this boy was perfect, someone that always smiled and lit up everyones day, would always be positive and negativity was never aloud.
He also showed Zayn so much love, would buy him coffees and sit with him during his breaks outside as he smoked his cigarettes even when he didn’t like the smell of the smoke. He would bump hips with Zayn during stressful times like when things got really hectic in the cafe, always striving to calm him down.
Zayn was in love like he never thought he could be, it was an impossible kind of love that he never would’ve seen coming. He saw the world turn on its head, everything flip upside down because Niall had walked right into it.
He was bisexual, and it was as clear as day now as he stands outside the cafe, waiting for Niall to come outside after his shift. The sky was grey and sad looking again, but the weather didn’t matter anymore once Niall walked out with the same ear to ear smile and glowing eyes.
“Ready to go? I’ve been wanting sushi all week, please tell me we are going?” Niall was jumping around Zayn, and it was the most adorable thing.
“What got into your head that we suddenly weren’t going? Lets go love.” The nickname snuck out, but Niall was completely unbothered by the way he locked arms with him and started to walk down the street.
Zayn really wanted to kiss Niall. Maybe after they finished dinner he would press the pretty boy up against his door when he walks Niall home and whisper ‘you changed my life’ into his lips.
