You and Zayn arrive at Starbucks. The girl behind the counter takes your order. She looks at you and Zayn strangely.
"Oh my god." She whispers. "It's spreading. This can't be happening." She mumbles to herself then she looks up at our twerking bodies. "I had that disease once. About 4 years back, I remember loosing hope. Thinking I could never walk normally again. But I found the cure." She tells you in a whisper.
She hands you and Zayn your coffees and then tells you to meet her outside. You meet her outside. "How do we get cured?" You and Zayn ask with hopeful eyes.
"Well..."
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Zayn and His Crazy Legs
FanfictionYou, Zayn, and the twerking train. What if THE Zayn Malik taught you how to twerk? What if you couldn't stop twerking? How will you be cured? Will you be cured?
