The blonde's watery blue irises rose to meet Zayn's, his bottom lip trembling. Zayn's heart wretched as he dropped to the floor, pulling Niall into his arms. The blonde didn't cry as Zayn expected him to, but, instead, closed his eyes. Within minutes, the boy was asleep, soft snores leaving his bitten lips. Zayn smiled softly as he watched Niall sleep, stroking the boy's cheek gently. And he was right, Niall's skin was as soft as it looked.
After a few more minutes, Zayn picked Niall's small body up in his arms. His pink, frilly dress was smooth on Zayn's arms, dangling down over Niall's legs. And on his feet were two shoes, exactly the shoes that made Zayn smile. They were two pink converse shoes, the white laces tied on top. And of course, double knotted.
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(I saw a short video that this is based off of, but I made it Ziall and with words)
Zayn waited until his parents were in the kitchen before he dashed towards the stairs that lead to the top floor. He wobbled up the stairs and down the carpeted hallway until he reached his destination, the bathroom. The door clicked shut behind him as he flickered on the lights, not affected by the sudden brightness at all. From downstairs, pots clanked together as his mother worked on preparing a meal for the night.
She had informed Zayn that his best friend, Niall, was coming over for dinner with his parents. Niall and Zayn had been best friends ever since preschool when some kids were making fun of Niall and Zayn had stepped in to protect the boy. They had been glued to the hip ever since, and Zayn knew they would be best friends forever.
Zayn sifted through the objects in the cabinets and drawers of the bathroom until he found what he was looking for, his mother's bag of makeup and facial tools. He unzipped it quickly, nearly dropping the whole bag in his haste. The bag was tipped upside down and the contents clattered nosily to the ground, spread all over at the boy's feet. Although he was in first grade, his feet were small and thin, yet were still better than Niall's, who's where tiny and dainty.
The real tool that Zayn wanted gleamed slightly in the light of the room, its rusted surface showing a distorted image of Zayn's face. With a giant grin on his face, he picked the cold object up, hurrying over to the mirror that hung proudly above the sink. His fingers slid into the rings of the cool scissors, opening and closing them a couple times to check them. Once he was satisfied they would work, he leaned up on his tip-toes, so that he may see his reflection in the mirror.
With his left hand, he held his hair, the scissors in his other hand. They went under his fingers and snipped, cutting the soft locks of raven hair off. Zayn dropped it to the ground and fisted more of his hair, repeating his actions from before. Chunk after chunk fell to the floor, piling around his bare feet. The hair tickled Zayn's toes as he stepped forward, finding it hard to balance all the time.
Soon there wasn't much hair left on Zayn's head, all of it on the ground. The boy smiled proudly as he set the scissors on the counter, getting down on his knees to pick up the fallen hair. He collected it in the front of his shirt, creating a black mass of darkness. From downstairs, the doorbell rang, causing Zayn to squeal in delight and rush to get the rest of his hair. Once it was all safely in his shirt, he pounded down the hallway, nearly tripping over his feet in his haste.
"I'll get the door!" Zayn shouted, one hand reaching out for the doorknob, the other holding his shirt up so the hair wouldn't fall out. His small hand closed around the cold knob, twisting and yanking it open quickly. Niall's parents stood behind Niall, their hands on his shoulders. The blue eyed boy was wearing a red baseball cap, a black jacket wrapped around his thin frame. Niall's blue eyes lit up as he caught sight of Zayn, but confusion took over his face as he noticed Zayn's hair-or lack of.
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