it’s a long shot just to beat these odds
(Ziam, 13945 words, T)
Zayn: how many years in prison would I get for murdering a popstar???
He scrapes the plates clean, resists the urge to kick the trash can, his breathing still feeling shallow and high in his chest. He wants a cigarette. And a cuddle from Louis. But a text is the most he can realistically ask for now, and luckily Louis doesn’t leave him hanging.
Louis: ?????
Okay, so it isn’t that helpful, but Zayn knows his anxiety well enough that just distracting his mind is usually enough to keep from having an actual attack. It doesn’t matter that the subject he’s discussing is the one thing his brain is actually panicking about, just trying to formulate words into a text is helping.
Zayn: I served him raw chicken. RAW. And he was kind enough to want to try and eat it too. I could have killed him!!!
That would’ve made headlines for sure. FORMER BOYBANDER GETS POISONED ON FIRST DATE, more on the ten p.m. news.
Louis: well that’s one way of making sure he’s not going to go on any of the other dates. Bit drastic though mate.
This fic was written as part of the @wordplayfics challenge for the prompt ‘shot’
