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Kink Meme - Round 2
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And you're so inexperienced with dealing with this [fame should really come with an instruction manual but how would you even outline this carefully and tactfully?] so you politely, submissively, shake your head and tell her that Danielle wouldn't like that too much. But the gal won't take no for an answer and she tells you that you're her favourite and she's written so much about you and where the hell is security?
But then Zayn is at your side, smiling for the cameras and for this girl and she squeals with delight because, okay, maybe he's got his hand on the small of your back but it's so comforting. And he's saying something to her and she thanks you and moves on and you wonder what he's said but it doesn't matter because now he's whispering to you. And it kind of sounds like, "'But screw your courage into the sticking-place and we'll not fail.'" And, okay, you may not have read Twelfth Night or Othello, but you know that quote is from Macbeth because it's your favourite and you practically dissected it during your twelfth year.
And maybe it brings up a corny situation in your head and maybe now you're comparing Zayn to Lady Macbeth and yeah, you're comparing that girl to Duncan but it passes the time and you feel better. You have your partner-in-crime [hah!], your rock, and okay, his hand stays on the small of your back for longer than necessary but that's all you need to be able to survive.
Back at the hotel, Zayn asks you what the girl said to you and you're far too embarrassed to say so you kind of ignore him but that leads to him asking if you're okay. Not well, not fine, not surviving, just... okay. You don't know how to answer him. You never know how to answer him and really, he should know this by now because it's not the first, nor the fiftieth, nor the five-hundredth time he's asked.
And, at your shrug, Zayn's on your bed, politely sitting on the edge, arms open. Seeing him like this, so warm and inviting, tugs at your heartstrings and okay, so maybe you're crying and making a right ass out of yourself but it's Zayn.
You don't even know why you're crying and thankfully, he doesn't ask.
And, maybe, Zayn's whispering to you something you could swear you've heard before [you'll realise later that it's on your Lit exam], and it just hits home so hard that you may be making really stupid choking, whinging sounds but he keeps repeating it like a mantra, like he's praying for you and you cry and you cry until you could swear you have memorised the whole thing.
"'What can we know? What are we all? Poor, silly, half-brained things peering out at the infinite, with the aspirations of angels and the instincts of beasts.'"
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