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His eyes turn to her, bright, gleaming blood, and she can't stop herself from gripping her knife a little more tightly.
"What is 'ma-ka'?" he asks warily.
"Me," she admits. "What are you?"
He smiles, though it's more of a pained grimace. It's then she notices the dark, filthy tie-down straps wrapped around his chest, attaching him to the tree. "Soul," he says. "...Usually." -
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Zayn sits up, scoots closer so they’re sitting cross legged in front of each other. Niall thinks he’s about to spill but then he shakes his head and crinkles his nose in a playful smile. “Nahh,”
The blond frowns. “Why not?”
“We don’t know each other’s names! We can’t share secrets yet.” He pauses. “But I bet you already know mine.”
It's a little cocky but he’s right. Still, Niall pretends he doesn’t. “Actually, I don’t.” He smirks, blue eyes lit afire as he lets his usual cheeky side slip.
The darker male pouts excessively. “Aww, really? That’s a pity.” He stretches his arm out, the white shirt he has on riding up, allowing Niall a glimpse of the tattoos on his hips. “You’ll be needing it for later.”
(Or the one where Niall’s a bootycall, Zayn’s kind of an asshole but everyone ships the fuck out of them anyway.)
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"Everything’s always better when the sun comes up," Niall says, idly drawing a Z on Zayn’s elbow. Or an N. It’s hard to tell. “Sorta funny, when you think about it - whole world’s fucking dead, but the sun still rises and sets like nothing’s changed. The predictability is nice.”
Zayn sighs and tells him tiredly, “Y'know, you say eerily cheerful things for someone who bashed a zombie’s face in with a golf club today."
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Zayn and Liam are on a date at a basketball game when the Kiss Cam suddenly comes on during a break in the game. Liam, not wanting to be outed, decides to become buried in his phone and ignore Zayn's little tugs. The guy next to Zayn offers to help him out. How will Liam react? And will Zayn make a new friend in the process?
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“’M Niall,” he said, looking down at his drink. He was suddenly very aware of how he was dressed, how he was still actually damp and he felt a bit shy. “You’ve got a pretty name.”
“You’ve got a pretty face,” replied Zayn and his face flushed pink. “Uh – I mean, um –,“ He was stammering and looking at anything and anywhere but Niall, and Niall, although quite surprised himself, couldn’t help but laugh.