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justawks replied to your post “JOHANNA GRID IS A THING WE MADE IT A THING OMFG”

I didn’t know you could reply like this. It’s awkward cause i reblogged it somehow…accidentaly…i think… But yeah, it says “new” and “5-person act” and “performing in May Shows 2014”, Jo. Like wtf how did that happen.

Wow tumblr magic, BUT I’M SO EXCITED. THEY CALLED IT ADVANCED MULTIPLE BUT THAT’S A LIE WE’RE CALLING IT GRID I really hope it actually works out

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Sweet (Ziam One-Shot Advent)

Here’s number two for one-shot advent. I’m so behind, and i know i promised this yesterday, but whatever.

Ziam One-Shot, sort-of angsty with fluff later. Mentions of drinking and drunkeness.

I don’t own Ziam :(

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He doesn't realize he’s lonely, not at first at least. It’s hard to feel anything, really, other than overwhelmed when someone else gets to decide everything about you. His manager’s idea of alone time is time in a room filled with people, instructing him on how he feels and who he likes and all these other things he’s found he doesn’t care about.

He soaked it all up at the beginning, so happy to be here and so happy to be doing this and just so happy.

But Liam is lonely, he realizes.

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It’s a tuesday when it happens. Against his better judgement he allows the boys to take him out and he drinks only a little, but his tolerance is so low that he’s drunk almost immediately. 

He’s swaying and laughing and he doesn’t feel so lonely anymore.

He’s got Niall under his left arm and Zayn under his right. That chatting back and forth over him, voices muffled by the deafening music.

The beat is pounding through him and making him shake in that nervous way. He feels alive and excited and like he wants to scream or explode.

Zayn is smiling at him in that way he does, bright and wide and special. He’s reminded of all those night where he mulled over his feelings and all the times he fell into a fitful sleep before he could come to a decision.

Next thing he knows he’s pulling down Zayn’s head and their lips are meeting and cameras are flashing, but he’s too far gone to care.

And then he’s falling, the ground is rushing up at him and everyone’s faces are blurred and he’s really, really tired.

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He wakes up at noon on the dot the next day.

His head hurts and his chest feels tight, but there’s a warm arm strewn with messy tattoos covering his torso. 

Zayn shifts in his sleep, clutching tightly to Liam’s bare stomach.

He doesn’t feel so lonely anymore.

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I know it’s short!

What’d ya think?