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Zayn is curled up on one side of the couch, occasionally pushing up the bridge of his glasses as he wordlessly thumbs through his book.
Normally, this would feel good and this would feel right, by Zayn’s side as Liam reworks some of his lyrics in front of him. But there’s a nervous energy that envelops them both, unexplainable in the fact that it seemingly surrounds Zayn, too.
Liam doesn’t just feel it--he sees it, too. It’s subtle, but it’s there in the way he can’t quite seem to sit still. In the way that he reads more slowly than normal, seemingly rereading pages upon pages.
Finally, he hears it in the way his voice shakes, in the way his hands quake as he forces the book closed and distractedly sets it in his lap, not even bothering to bookmark where he’s at.
“Liam, can we talk? I need…” He gulps, holding his hands firmly to his legs, keeping his arms from flailing as he talks. “Your advice? I guess?”
(Or, where Liam decides it’s finally time to tell Zayn his feelings towards him--or, at least, that’s the plan. Fate, or something like it, intervenes.) [Chapter One of Never Know, an angsty ficlet] [Fic inspired, in part, by the song “Concept of Chance” by Holly Conlan]
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- Part 24 of Ziam Tumblr Drabbles (ifigureditout)