Zayn Malik didn’t really know how to look as he stared into the huge, round lens of the camera, which showed him how all of the others saw him. He noticed that his big brown eyes looked a little lost in translation, not due to the camera, but the curly haired male behind it.
“You’re not even playing with fire, bambi, this is ice. Cold, unforgiving ice.”
The raspy voice constantly reminded him, and all Zayn could try to do was understand what he meant.
What Harry Styles meant.
[A Zarry Fan Fiction inspired by Lanal Del Rey's 'Young and Beautiful' ]