Tag : Cross dressing
Summary:
"I'm afraid to let in someone again, only to have my heart broken over and over again. I'm scared, stranger"
Zayn is a successful singer who comes across a beautiful guy in an unknown cafe, a guy who calls him 'stranger'.
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Zayn breathed heavily as he turned on another unknown street. He didn't know how much time had passed since he started to jog. Early morning runs would always help him relieve the stress and clear his mind. He knew his manager wouldn't be happy if he didn't come back on time. He had an interview today and he'd fly back home day after tomorrow.
He needed to write a few more songs for his album, but Zayn didn't have any inspiration or motivation to do so. He had been in the music industry for two years now. Two successful albums, five awards, the best new talent title, were all in his name. But he didn't dwell in these materialistic things, what mattered to him was that his fans appreciate his music.
He was quite devoted to them. Always considered their opinion, because he knew, his fans were the one who were responsible for his success. His fanbase consisted mostly of teenage girls, but many boys also come to the meet and greet. Though Zayn was openly gay, his fans supported him still. When he first contacted a label, he feared they'd reject him because of his sexual orientation. But his record only focussed on his music and Zayn couldn't be more happy to have found them.
It was a struggle at first. He didn't become a superstar in one night, though his first single gained popularity, it didn't reach any charts. But when he released his first album, fans seemed to like his music. He always considered his fans as a backbone of his career.
He was forever grateful to them. He tried his best to conduct meet and greets time to time, or meet them during interviews. But he couldn't meet them without any security. So now here he was in his gym clothes, hat covering his face. He had grown his beard, and it had been too long since he publicly appeared, so hopefully no one would recognize him.
He wanted to run more, but luck wasn't in his side, it started to rain and he tried to spot any open shop. Luckily a small restaurant was opened and he strode towards it. The bell rang as he opened the door.
As expected, it was really a small restaurant, more like cafe. But the interior was quite interesting. The walls were a dark crimson colour, paintings were hung up, the ceiling was plain, the wooden floor made noise as Zayn stepped on it, his shoes and clothes were soaked. He removed his hat, luckily his hair was safe from the rain.
He looked around but saw no one. He searched his pocket for his phone, but realized he didn't bring it. He glanced at the clock in the cafe, it showed 7 o'clock. Who opens this early? But it was good for him. It was a secluded place, so hopefully he wouldn't meet any fans.
The door of the kitchen opened and a guy came outside. Zayn caught himself staring at the guy coz he was beautiful. He had brown curls, his eyes were a beautiful shade of brown, his cheeks were tinted red, his lips were pink and plump, he had a birthmark on his throat. He was wearing a tshirt tucked in a pair of really short shorts that showed off his slender legs and fit around his bum perfectly. His body was petite, quite feminine if he was honest.
"Hey stranger, are you done?" The guy suddenly asked making Zayn jerk.
Zayn looked into his eyes, "What?"
"Are you done with staring at me or do you want more time?"
"I'm sorry. Umm, it was raining so I came in here as only your place was opened" Zayn apologized, totally ignoring the accusation as he came near to this beautiful guy and sat on the chair by the counter, removing his soaked shoes.
