I Won't Mind - Ziam (major editing)

Chapter 5

Zayn's POV

I'm scrolling up and down my phone screen. I'm not actually reading every tweet on my timeline, I am just thinking. Lots of people want me to keep 'zaynmalik1D' as my display name, also that One Direction site link on my bio. But I left the band, and I know I have to erase it.

It takes more than a month since I left to only erase my identity as one of One Direction members from my twitter account, and right now, finally I do it. I can feel my chest tighten when I press the backspace key. I don't want to do it because I know I will make people down even sinking deeper to the ground underneath their feet, but I have to otherwise the management will make me do it.

At first I changed my display name, second I changed my bio, finally third I erase my bio and the site link. There was only location what is still on. I stare at the piece I made. This feels so wrong yet so right. I can feel everything around me goes numb in silence. And suddenly people realize what did I do. My notification goes wild in any second. I dare myself to check what's up on their minds when they see me changed my profile.

Hate.

People keep sending their hates to me, saying that I don't care anymore with my ex-band and ex-band mates. In fact I have my own reason. But I can't blame them for that. I decide to tweet, at least giving a code.

Is speech an extension to our thoughts or an image that we like to create x

I hope they think about my tweet deeply because I can't tell them what is my truly reason. I really want to tell them how much I love every single one of them, but no matter how many times I've said it, it won't compare to their loves for me. They're all the strongest people I have ever knew. How could they pass through every drama and bullshit that lives on and on? And here I am only putting myself down and have no faith of being loved again.

People keep dm-ing me, but some of them catch my attention.

"Why did you change your name ?? Why did you delete 1D ?" it says.

I really want to reply, want to tell my reason. But I'm not in control to talk about it. So I have to find a new reason to answer. I think for about two hours before finally found a good answer. I type to reply, "because 1D is not in my name, it's in my heart x"

I bet she screenshots it and tweet it because the next minute, everyone is tweeting about me. I check my timeline and find the tags all over it.

"#YouWillAlwaysBeZaynMalik1D"

"#Alwayszaynmalik1D"

I feel so thankful of how really supportive people are. At least there are still a few of them who cares about me, so it's covering about those haters. I really want to thank them for using those tags and make it into the trending topic worldwide. But once again, I am not in control. So it's better if I go offline as quickly as I can than I am being eager here to reply them one by one.

I let out a sigh and put my phone on the night stand right beside my bed. I decide to take a nap for one or two hours, at least until my mind cleared off. When I'm about to close my eyes, my phone rings. I grab it to see who is there calling me and it says Liam. I pick it up and put my phone on my ear, "Hey,"

"Hi" he sounds.. tired? mad? or what?

"You okay?"

Silent. Why is he like this? Is that because of.. "Liam, you okay?"

"Why would you, Zayn?"

"W-what?"

"What do you think you have done?" his voice is possessive. Now I'm scared by this.

"You mean-" he cuts me,

"Yes. You removed it. You let people down."

And it breaks my heart. Why would he says like that? He supposes to know why did I remove it all. He supposes to understand my action.

"Liam, I have to.. because if I don't-" he cuts me again.

"I know. At least make it looks better. Say something real, something proper."

"I am not in control.."

"Who cares? You better bring people back to their feet again because they were really really down, Zayn"

I sigh, maybe he was right. "I'm sorry, Liam"

"No, say sorry to people out there. Not me."

He sounds really like a father. My heart warms up suddenly at the thought of him being protective over our fans. I don't even realize myself is smiling everytime he talks like that. "Yes, daddy"

That word slips out of my mouth, making him choke and I frown at his respon. "What was that, Zayn?"

"I said daddy," I bite my lip in nervous, afraid he will be mad or something.

"Say it again." His voice is thick and controlling, running down straightly to my abdomen.

"Daddy," I say it innocently making him moan quietly but still, heard through this phone.

"I like it when you call me like that." He says with heavy sigh. It's his turn to make me turning into silence now. Do I really turned him on?

"See you soon, Zayn" he finally says.

I clear my throat, "Yeah, see you"

"See you, what?" he asks playfully, causing me to gulp hardly.

"See you.. daddy?" I ask him unsure.

I can feel him smirking when he says, "good, baby" before he hangs up. It makes my cheeks flushes deep and my heart beating fast. I stare at my phone screen, not believing with what did I just hear from him. He calls me baby, and he likes it when I called him daddy.

I shake my head before put my phone back on the nightstand and quickly close my eyes then drive myself off to sleep, dreaming about me and Liam. And anything between us two. How wonderful life is.