"Man." Justin sighs after a moment of silence. "I'd be an extremely depressed person if I were you. Y'know, being the DUFF and all."
The British man turned to raise a brow at Justin. "The what?"
"The DUFF. You know, the Designated Ugly Fat Friend."...
Who actually still likes this book? I feel like I've been lacking. ://///
AND DO ANY OF YOU GUYS READ STRAIGHT STORIES? As in Female x Male????
My calculations say that this story is exactly 8 chapters from ending, maybe 9. I'm very much ready for it.
Warning: Slight tension ahead.
I like his eyes in this gif.
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Zayn woke up trapped in a cage, a rather pleasant one if he could say so himself, but a cage nonetheless.
He was confused, opening his eyes to soft gray fabric, but as they trailed upwards everything clicked.
It was Justin who had taken to cuddling into Zayn at some point during the night. They were in a cooped up position with Zayn's head cradled close to his chest with one of Justin's arms draped over him.
They were under one comforter which was odd since when Zayn fell asleep last night, they were using two different coverings.
He could feel the light exhalation of air escaping Justin's nose feathering over his forehead. And maybe he was hallucinating, but being this close, he could feel Justin's heartbeat, slow and steady, just like his own.
Zayn couldn't exactly argue with their current position. He felt comfy, and he felt safe. As a matter of fact, he wouldn't have a problem staying like that for the rest of the day, or maybe forever. He probably would've if the doorbell hadn't sounded throughout the entire house.
Zayn released a low groan, finding that he was extremely irritated by the disturbance.
Despite this, he still had to check who it was. Zayn wiggled his way out of Justin's grip as subtly as he could. Justin was a heavy sleeper so it wasn't that hard, but just to make sure, Zayn replaced his body with a fluffy pillow.
Afterwards, he tip toed his way out of the room, and slowly shut the door behind him so there wasn't much noise. Once outside, his socked feet tapped their way down the stairs and towards the front door.
Zayn doesn't usually check who's at the door through the glass during the day time. It's rare that bad things happen in such a small town, so the chances of anything happening to him while it was this bright.
It probably would've been the smartest idea to still look though, so he could've been a little more prepared and a little less panicky when he opened the door to be met by Lucky who looked bright and happy in Star Wars pajama pants, a white V neck and a bomber with some fuzzy slippers. Oh, and food, Zayn guessed since he held a McDonalds bag in his hand.
"Lucky!" Zayn greeted. He tried to go for excited but his voice did this weird thing where it kind of squeaked and everything was just a fail. "What are you doing here this early?"
