(Follows this. One Direction RPF, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne & Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles. References to death/violence.)
Zayn's family believe he is a poet. He is, actually; he's had five volumes published under his name, so that his parents can brag about him, or his sisters can laugh, so that he has a cover if he ever meets someone he wants to keep.
He enjoys the poetry but it could never give him the lifestyle he wants.
.
Zayn meets Louis in a classic meet-cute: they're both in the same coffee shop when it gets robbed. Zayn is 22; he doesn't know how old Louis is, at the time, just that the man next to him isn't panicking, which keeps his own panic at bay.
The man next to him sighs, muttering, "Fucker's makin' me late," and Zayn looks at him instead of at the angry man waving a knife around.
One of the other customers decides to be a hero, tackling the guy with the knife; he gets sliced across the chest and it's the worst thing Zayn has ever seen in person. Most everyone else screams or cries, if they haven't been already.
Zayn stares at the blood and watches in - shock, he'll tell the police officer later. But it's awe that keeps his eyes glued to the man who takes the knife from the attempted-thief, kicks him in the head, and then crouches down to try to save the would-be hero bleeding out.
He meets Zayn's gaze as they wait for the emergency services to arrive. "Can you get me napkins or somethin', love?" he asks.
When it's all over, Zayn, Louis, and William (the would-be hero) are given headlines in the paper, but quickly forgotten about.
Saving a life together would be the start of a wonderful love story - except that Louis smirks at Zayn, blood still coating both of their hands, and asks, "Up for a little more excitement?"
.
Zayn doesn’t like guns all that much; he finds them inelegant. He prefers knives or poison. If you kill with a gun, he explains to Louis more than once, it’s obvious. But poison? Poison can be disguised as so many things.
He also doesn’t like Nick that much, so though he takes the training eagerly, he only does so many jobs for Nick’s company before branching out on his own. He’s very selective of his clients, and doesn’t choose the messy ones to work for.
His first volume of poetry is written in an adrenaline haze after his first solo job, and he submits it only at Louis’ prodding to an old friend from university. It’s published locally and doesn’t make any sort of splash, and the paycheck from it doesn’t compare at all to the money he makes from killing.
.
He partners with Louis sometimes, only because he actually trusts Louis, the way he trusts no one else in their business. He knows Louis trusts him, too, because he’s met Louis’ family, same as Louis met his. Safaa had been convinced they were dating, but though they’ve fucked a few times (always after a job), he thinks of Louis as his best mate and could never be in love with him. Louis isn’t the staying kind, he thinks once, in the midst of a mad poetry-writing session. It becomes a poem in his second volume, a sort of an ode to the love-that-never-was.
He knows when Louis reads it because of a post-card from Orlando, Florida, with fuck you very much scrawled on it.
.
He meets Liam at a club. Liam is sweet, the way none of his flings ever have been. He’s funny and fumbles the lines he tries on Zayn, solid and strong. He’s also a music teacher at a local primary school who volunteers at a teen detention facility during the weekend.
The night they meet, Zayn is still on the high from a double-assassination staged as a murder-suicide. Perhaps he should feel guilty for touching Liam with hands so stained but instead it only makes everything so much more thrilling.
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1/2: RPF - Zayn Malik/Liam Payne
Date: 2015-09-24 04:26 pm (UTC)(Follows this. One Direction RPF, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne & Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles. References to death/violence.)
Zayn's family believe he is a poet. He is, actually; he's had five volumes published under his name, so that his parents can brag about him, or his sisters can laugh, so that he has a cover if he ever meets someone he wants to keep.
He enjoys the poetry but it could never give him the lifestyle he wants.
.
Zayn meets Louis in a classic meet-cute: they're both in the same coffee shop when it gets robbed. Zayn is 22; he doesn't know how old Louis is, at the time, just that the man next to him isn't panicking, which keeps his own panic at bay.
The man next to him sighs, muttering, "Fucker's makin' me late," and Zayn looks at him instead of at the angry man waving a knife around.
One of the other customers decides to be a hero, tackling the guy with the knife; he gets sliced across the chest and it's the worst thing Zayn has ever seen in person. Most everyone else screams or cries, if they haven't been already.
Zayn stares at the blood and watches in - shock, he'll tell the police officer later. But it's awe that keeps his eyes glued to the man who takes the knife from the attempted-thief, kicks him in the head, and then crouches down to try to save the would-be hero bleeding out.
He meets Zayn's gaze as they wait for the emergency services to arrive. "Can you get me napkins or somethin', love?" he asks.
When it's all over, Zayn, Louis, and William (the would-be hero) are given headlines in the paper, but quickly forgotten about.
Saving a life together would be the start of a wonderful love story - except that Louis smirks at Zayn, blood still coating both of their hands, and asks, "Up for a little more excitement?"
.
Zayn doesn’t like guns all that much; he finds them inelegant. He prefers knives or poison. If you kill with a gun, he explains to Louis more than once, it’s obvious. But poison? Poison can be disguised as so many things.
He also doesn’t like Nick that much, so though he takes the training eagerly, he only does so many jobs for Nick’s company before branching out on his own. He’s very selective of his clients, and doesn’t choose the messy ones to work for.
His first volume of poetry is written in an adrenaline haze after his first solo job, and he submits it only at Louis’ prodding to an old friend from university. It’s published locally and doesn’t make any sort of splash, and the paycheck from it doesn’t compare at all to the money he makes from killing.
.
He partners with Louis sometimes, only because he actually trusts Louis, the way he trusts no one else in their business. He knows Louis trusts him, too, because he’s met Louis’ family, same as Louis met his. Safaa had been convinced they were dating, but though they’ve fucked a few times (always after a job), he thinks of Louis as his best mate and could never be in love with him. Louis isn’t the staying kind, he thinks once, in the midst of a mad poetry-writing session. It becomes a poem in his second volume, a sort of an ode to the love-that-never-was.
He knows when Louis reads it because of a post-card from Orlando, Florida, with fuck you very much scrawled on it.
.
He meets Liam at a club. Liam is sweet, the way none of his flings ever have been. He’s funny and fumbles the lines he tries on Zayn, solid and strong. He’s also a music teacher at a local primary school who volunteers at a teen detention facility during the weekend.
The night they meet, Zayn is still on the high from a double-assassination staged as a murder-suicide. Perhaps he should feel guilty for touching Liam with hands so stained but instead it only makes everything so much more thrilling.
.