not to be dramatic but one of the reasons why I love zayn so much (and, I think, one of the reasons why his fans can resonate so deeply with him and have such a strong emotional connection with him) is how unbelievably grounded and calm and relaxed he comes across in print articles, in videos, and in person. like, here’s a guy who, as that es article said, has spent the entire part of his adult life in this intensive bubble kind of thing while he tries to get on with his life and do the things that he loves, and yet he is still just zayn from bradford who’s goddamn proud of making his own pies from scratch and who will offer an interviewer a cigarette and who wanders down the street carrying his skateboard and who unashamedly loves the minions and gets upset about the gummy bears. sure he’s a guy who’s worth like god only knows how many millions and millions who has houses across the world and who’s broken music records and launched a line with versace and all of this stuff, but at the end of it all, he’s just zayn and I need to stop now before I start crying with how much I love this goofy kid wow
It’s just after 2am in the morning UK time, and just after
6pm in LA when the phone rings.
“Has Andy managed to peel you off the ceiling yet?” Zayn
There’s a laugh on the other end, light and happy and Zayn
knows if he was anywhere near a mirror right now, he’d have to turn away cause
he knows he’s grinning so wide.
It’s not a complex equation at all. Happy Liam simply equals the best Liam. Okay, any Liam is good but happy, giddy Liam
is right up there.
“Shurrup you, or I’ll remind you how you were the first time
we met him.”
“Leeyum! I thought we agreed we were never going to discuss
He hears the sorry that’s caught in and amongst Liam
laughing once more.
“Andy was more star struck than me though, and Adam had his
mouth open and closed like a goldfish all night, I was coolness personified.”
“Then why did it look like you were crying with joy in that
Liam lets out an indignant sound and Zayn pictures him pouting,
plumping out his lips and if he wasn’t expecting visitors in the next half
hour, there’s only one way Zayn would want this phone call to go.
“Was not, anyway shurrup or I won’t tell you about our plans for world domination, me, him and you” Liam’s words interrupt Zayn’s thoughts but as he’s
about to reply, continue the playful sparring Liam carries on.
“Missed you though, Drake’s amazing and okay Andy may have
taken far too many pics of me standing there just staring at the stage with my
jaw almost on the floor, but you’re my main squeeze babe.”
Zayn giggles. “Good
to know love.”
Silence fills the air for a moment, and he’s sure he hears the sound of Liam yawning then.
“It’s great though this innit? What we do, that what we do, from
where we started out, we’re doing this, could pinch myself a million times and still don’t believe it, even though we’ve paid our dues, we’ve earned it.”
The sound of a sigh fills the line. It’s true though, from five teenagers with
questionable choice in fashion to them all rubbing shoulders with people Zayn
whispered the names of with awe before.
“It’s going to get better,”
there was a time when Zayn would say that, sound all confident but still doubted that, wondered if everything they
wanted ultimately wouldn’t happen. All
too much of a mountain to climb.
“It is,” Liam’s voice
is filled with certainty, just like always. “2 little boys from Wolverhampton