[Wrote this book back when I was a crazy One Direction fan, and my profile was a crazy fangirl account. Republished it because I had fun writing this book and my readers had fun reading it as well]
The title says it all ;)
The book will contain cute...
Have you ever stumbled upon some low life, retarded, delusional human beings who can't even take little decisions for themselves but think they know what another person should do?
Yah, been there.
Now, you may think how's that relevant to the book, but may I remind you that I warned that this book would also contain my rants? Now, now, now, don't click off so soon. It's about no one but the King or may I say, Zing himself. (Cuz he's my Zing. So stay away.) None other than my ZouZou, Zayn The Fucking God Malik.
I can't really believe that even though it's been over four years that he's left the band, people still throw shit at him for that. They hate him because he left the fucking band which was already withering on inside.
Now, I know that you had this pretty little pur-fect illusion in your teeny weeny tiny brain that they are going to stay as a band forever and compose music they don't even like, but just try to step out of the delusion and see that they never wanted to be where they got. Sure, they wanted to compose their ownmusic; key word: own.
Now try being in their shoes. They just went with the flow. That was the best choice for them if they wanted someone to have them sign a record/label. Now imagine yourself sleeping comfortably in your bed, fighting with social anxiety (not implying that he had that) and being an introvert at heart; but nonetheless being dragged out by your mother to audition X factor against your will. Imagine they make you dance against your will- When you feel fucking stupid and embarrassed to dance, but still forced to do so. Then imagine yourself being selected and feeling happy, then eliminated and feeling sad, then being put together as a band with four unknown people with whom you don't even know if you'd get along or not. That's the past of Zayn. He had to bear the blows that life kept punching at him, and I'm sure he couldn't even process of what was happening. It was just so sudden.
I bet all five of them didn't even want to be put together as a band. They came here to audition for solos for fuck's sake.
And you blame him to leave this band which was potentially a toxic one since they weren't really ready to blow up and get this much attention from the world? What will you do?
So many celebs have committed suicide due to the unwanted fame and attention that they received. And I'm so fucking proud of Zayn that he didn't do anything stupid as this and decided what was best for him. To stop doing what he didn't like and start living for himself. How can you blame him for thinking for himself? Aren't you selfish too? What's wrong with him being selfish if it means that his health would improve significantly and he'd finally do what he likes to do?
Would you have able to fight off all the anxiety and try to improve yourself just for the sake of your fans and their happiness? Didn't think so. Zayn did. And I'm so fucking proud of him.
Now I'm not saying that he's better than the rest, but they all are perfect in their own genres. I can't even imagine how R&B, acoustic, rock, rap and EDM lived together for five or six years together. I'll give them that much. And so I'll give Zayn. He knows his shit. And that's what matters to me the most.
So next time you comment upon a person whom you don't even fucking know, remember that you haven't seen his life through your eyes. I bet you won't even be able to fucking fit in his shoes.
He's defending himself from so many shits thrown towards him from life as is, and you wanna make it harder for him to cope up with the shit spread all over the place?
So shut the fuck up and if you couldn't appreciate people for being who they are and for doing what makes them happy, then kindly stop spouting off about whatever shit comes in your teeny weeny almost non-existing brain, get a life, stop commenting about others'; or better yet, get under a truck and grace it with having the privilege to run you down.
STOP MAKING IT DIFFICULT FOR HIM TO LIVE THIS DOWN. YOU'RE NOT A GOODY-TWO-SHOES EITHER. IT'S ALREADY HARD AS IS, STOP MAKING IT HARDER FOR HIM.
Peace out.
~Your enraged, furious, hormonal author Dee<3
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