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I'm A Slave To The Way That You Move by ginger_with_a_black_cat
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
07 Aug 2016
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Summary
He’s been trying to swallow the lump in his throat for days now, but it never goes away. He misses all of it, to be honest.
The way the crowd roars as he reaches the chorus, the rush of adrenaline in his blood as thousands of people chant his name. The way Louis’ eyes widen appreciatively every time he smashes it and he whispers ‘I know him’ to the crowd. The way he looks at Niall and he’s got a dopey smile on his face, guitar hanging off his neck, blond hair ruffled with sweat and excitement. The way Harry claps his hands louder than the whole stadium, wooing at him and making him blush.
He even misses the stoic figure on the very edge of the stage, unreadable expression on his face. Something between amazement and jealousy in his eyes that makes Zayn’s lungs clench uncomfortably. He misses the way Liam crumbles sometimes, takes off his guard and the way he flushes sweetly, or bites his lips nervously. The way he runs after a blond little girl behind the stage, lifts her up into his arms effortlessly and tickles a giggle out of both of them.
He wants it back, but he broke the first rule. Don’t fall in love with one of your band mates.