well shit, that’s definitely not my aim. i only posted excerpts so people would know that i wasn’t slacking off. XD

but, i think you’ll be happy to know that i’ve finally finished this piece and i should be posting it soon. i’m really nervous about it cuz i don’t think it’s any good but we’ll see, i guess.

ah, anyway, ily too anon; thank you for being interested. ;3

Zayn’s also several rows back with his sheets of paper full of writing and sketches, who also hadn’t really spoken to Liam at all that morning save for thanking him for breakfast and telling him where he’d be in the auditorium.

“I think I might cry.”

“Now, let’s not do that. It’s too early for that kind of behavior,” Harry says, finally glancing way from his mobile to pay attention to Liam.

Liam snorts. “I can’t even blame anyone here but myself. I thought I had it down but I’ve made so many changes, and the program is a week away.”

Harry lays a hand on his shoulder and squeezes before letting go. “Calm down, Liam Payne. This isn’t anything you haven’t dealt with before.”

And he’s right. Harry’s honestly correct in his statement because this does tend to happen whenever the presentation date approaches. What Liam fails to acknowledge, or what he’d rather not admit out loud, is that he feels like this concert is a lot more important to him this go around, something he can’t really explain quite yet.

oh god, i’m not complaining at all! trust me, i absolutely love it when people are kind enough to leave me an ask but i just don’t think i’ve ever gotten so many responses in one day, so it’s taken me by surprise.

i mean, i see that i have readers, but i don’t normally get many asks, and i’m just incredibly grateful is all. ;3

but thank you so much! that’s awfully wonderful for you to say.

i’m also hesitant to put out the original prompt because i firmly believe in keeping it a secret until i post it (simply because when a prompt is out there, i feel like it tends to desensitize the reader from the entirety of the fill.)

but since you asked nicely, i’ll go ahead and do it.

Zayn is a failed author, Liam is a famous composer. Zayn lives in outskirts of London, Liam lives in its centre. Zayn can be hungry for several days, Liam can eat as much as he want. Once upon a time Liam hits Zayn by car, but Zayn don’t want to go to hospital - he hasn’t got an insurance, so Liam takes care of him. Happy ending with famous Zayn please!

omg.

U IS A DORK.

but thank you, darlin’. ilytoo<3

okay now wait a minute, where are y’all coming from? omg.

thank you! i mean really, that’s so nice of you to say.

i’m getting a bit sheepish now. lord.

unfortunate17 replied to your post: “I just mean that I don’t do it for the awards or…

god- I’m so, so, so excited for this fill because what a great prompt. this is going to be brilliant - I can just feel it.

this makes me nervous now. i just hope it’s as good as people think.

but thank you; i can’t wait for you to read it. ;)

oh you are so sweet. thank you! i’m really glad you like it. ;3

oh, well this is nice to hear. thank you, and it’s definitely motivation to get me to finish it.

i’ll be working on it all day today - if i don’t get distracted - so here’s hoping i can finish it up. XD

“I just mean that I don’t do it for the awards or for any of the shit that comes along with it; I could care less if I’m recognized because as long as I’m making something someone enjoys then those awards mean nothing.”

It’s more than a heavy subject, and something Liam’s not sure he needs to explain out loud, but it’s the first time he’s actually admitted that while being on top and having a fantastic career is great, there’s the other side of things, the superficiality of it all that he thinks Zayn might be able to understand.

“So you’re saying it’s not enough?”

Liam chuckles. “It’s more than enough, more than I ever dreamed of actually.”

It goes silent then for a few moments until Zayn shuffles on his feet and adds, “Wish I could say the same.”

There’s a distant look in his eyes as Liam watches the other lad. He looks like he’s aged about ten years in the past two seconds, and it startles him because as young as Zayn probably is, there shouldn’t ever be a reason for him to look so defeated.

“I’m gonna go take that shower now,” he says softly and before Liam can affirm what he heard, Zayn’s walking out of the room.

i don’t have a definite answer for you because i’m still writing it. it’s turning out a lot longer than i expected, and i’m not even done with it. there’s about 8k now and i’m probably only around halfway done with the story.

(i’m really writing as i go; i don’t really have everything planned except for minor details.)

so basically, i dunno.

but i’m working on it.

for those of you who don’t know, i started school last monday so there’s that to consider as well, though i’m writing as much as i can at any given chance i have. ;3

but for now, here’s another excerpt.

But before he can even make it to the kitchen, a door creaks open so when he turns back, Liam doesn’t have to go far to see that the front door is left open just the slightest bit, and through the window, he can see Zayn walking off down his driveway.

“Hey, wait a minute!” he calls after Zayn, but the man doesn’t stop walking, just heads for the road as if he hadn’t heard Liam call after him. “Zayn.” Liam catches up with him without a problem before Zayn decides to stop and look at him with the same blank expression on his face he’d had when Liam had woken up. “What are you doing?” He’s exasperated, really; this entire indecent has taken a lot out of him and Liam can only image how Zayn feels about it all.

Zayn turns his head though, looks back at Liam’s house for a moment before staring back at Liam with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and only then does Liam see the worry in his eye, which causes his brow to uncrease and rise.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters and shakes his head, taking a step back from Zayn. “I can only imagine what’s going through your head right now, and whatever it is, isn’t what’s going on here.” Liam ends up stuffing both of his hands into the pockets of his trousers as a way to show the other lad that he means no harm. “Let me explain, yeah?”

Zayn only gives him a curt nod.