-dropping cup sound-
Louis: “Oh for gods sake Niall!”
Harry: “For the benefit of the radio, Niall’s just dropped his tea.”
“In all fairness Harry does always ask me if I’m ok. Just pops up, like, ‘Are you alright mate?’ He checks up on me. Is he my rock? Yeah.”
- Me: I'm in love with this guy ever since i was a teen. he's so handsome and cute. He's so artistic and he does things from the bottom of his heart. He's talented and when im sad or angry he can always cheer me up.
- Guests: Awwwwwwwww
- Me: But unfortunately I can't marry Zayn Malik so i'm stuck with this little shit
#this is it. this is zayn’s superhero narrative. #punk kid scientist who reads mysteries on his downtime hears of some mystical alchemical miracle treasure buried #deep deep in the desert where not even fucking carrion go #it’s a treasure that only the gods’ chosen are able to find and legend has it that they are never seen again #that once they find it either the sun fries them on the desert floor leaving nothing but a trail of calcified bones and dust #or that the gods take them into the heavens where they live forever; blessed and beautiful for eternity #he goes and he finds the treasure - gold dappled by sunlight so bright it blinds him but still he crawls in the sand and dips his fingers inside it and it is the most ecstatic feeling #for a second he knows what icarus knew as the sun soldered his skin and withered the wings off his back #for a second he knows infinte victory and glory and beauty wrapped in stars and sublime terror #and he’s never seen again.
when zayn puts his heart and soul into his singing I can feel my heart and soul leaving my body
i don’t give a fuck if the video has nothing to do with the song i don’t care if it’s lame i don’t care i don’t fucking care just keep giving me zayn bathed in golden light, zayn painted in gold, ZAYN just give me zayn