fic: i've just seen a face (i can't forget the time or place where we just met)
title: i've just seen a face (i can't forget the time or place where we just met)
pairing: zayn/niall
rating: ...pretty g, promise.
warning: none
universe: fruit!au ... again
summary: the strange looking green thing makes a sort of indignant huff from its wooden crate. you called me a vegetable. avocados are fruit. i’m a fruit.
notes: there's no one to blame for this, not this time. this one-direction-being-forever-fruit thing, yeah, this one's all me. (unless you count zayn and his avocado tweet), so. oops.
i’m a fruit, you know.
zayn turns, his bright yellow peel catching the light from fluorescent lights. pardon?
the strange looking green thing makes a sort of indignant huff from its wooden crate. you called me a vegetable. avocados are fruit. i’m a fruit. he pauses. i also have a name. he says after a moment, less defiantly. it’s niall.
niall. zayn turns the word over in his mind, thinking it over and over until it sounds like a steady beat, an undercurrent, like the hum from the refrigeration system or the squeak from the grocery store carts as they stroll down the aisles.
i’m zayn. niall’s attention turns toward him, and zayn thinks niall could look like him, when he was younger, with that shade of green. it suits him. i’m sorry i called you a vegetable.
niall’s energy shifts, and zayn’s peel prickles with anticipation. ‘lo, zayn. nice to meet you. he laughs a little bit. and to be fair, i’m sorry i am a fruit in the first place, so we’re cool.
zayn laughs. he feels harry and louis notice them from their little spot perched at the top of the banana display. he’ll explain later, maybe, if they can snap out of their own little world for a second and a half.
yeah, cool. zayn replies quietly, his attention focused solely on niall. niall’s skin glows a bright and clear green under the appraisal, and zayn’s attention shifts, a low noise interrupting the everyday buzz. what’s th-
my pit, probably. niall mumbles, and if he could blush zayn thinks he’d be as red as liam is when the other apples tease him about danielle. sorry, it, uh, does that when i get happy. he trails off sheepishly.
zayn moves closer, the spot where his peel opens slightly brushing against niall’s skin. he thinks he’s shuddering until he realizes it’s the faint beat beat beat of niall’s pit.
huh. zayn makes a noise under his breath, and then feels strangely inadequate. i don’t have anything that does that.
strangely, niall’s amused. it’s alright, he shuffles closer. i can feel it in everything you do.
zayn’s a little bit in love.
pairing: zayn/niall
rating: ...pretty g, promise.
warning: none
universe: fruit!au ... again
summary: the strange looking green thing makes a sort of indignant huff from its wooden crate. you called me a vegetable. avocados are fruit. i’m a fruit.
notes: there's no one to blame for this, not this time. this one-direction-being-forever-fruit thing, yeah, this one's all me. (unless you count zayn and his avocado tweet), so. oops.
i’m a fruit, you know.
zayn turns, his bright yellow peel catching the light from fluorescent lights. pardon?
the strange looking green thing makes a sort of indignant huff from its wooden crate. you called me a vegetable. avocados are fruit. i’m a fruit. he pauses. i also have a name. he says after a moment, less defiantly. it’s niall.
niall. zayn turns the word over in his mind, thinking it over and over until it sounds like a steady beat, an undercurrent, like the hum from the refrigeration system or the squeak from the grocery store carts as they stroll down the aisles.
i’m zayn. niall’s attention turns toward him, and zayn thinks niall could look like him, when he was younger, with that shade of green. it suits him. i’m sorry i called you a vegetable.
niall’s energy shifts, and zayn’s peel prickles with anticipation. ‘lo, zayn. nice to meet you. he laughs a little bit. and to be fair, i’m sorry i am a fruit in the first place, so we’re cool.
zayn laughs. he feels harry and louis notice them from their little spot perched at the top of the banana display. he’ll explain later, maybe, if they can snap out of their own little world for a second and a half.
yeah, cool. zayn replies quietly, his attention focused solely on niall. niall’s skin glows a bright and clear green under the appraisal, and zayn’s attention shifts, a low noise interrupting the everyday buzz. what’s th-
my pit, probably. niall mumbles, and if he could blush zayn thinks he’d be as red as liam is when the other apples tease him about danielle. sorry, it, uh, does that when i get happy. he trails off sheepishly.
zayn moves closer, the spot where his peel opens slightly brushing against niall’s skin. he thinks he’s shuddering until he realizes it’s the faint beat beat beat of niall’s pit.
huh. zayn makes a noise under his breath, and then feels strangely inadequate. i don’t have anything that does that.
strangely, niall’s amused. it’s alright, he shuffles closer. i can feel it in everything you do.
zayn’s a little bit in love.