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!
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.
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 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.
I’M SORRY BUT I’M NOT SORRY. ;x
but you are too nice. like, i don’t even know what to say because your comments are so lovely and what i believe every writer would love to hear. i mean, i stress about people hating the way i portray characters because i never know if i’m going overboard or if they’re just very unlikable so to know you appreciate Zayn makes me incredible happy because he is very special to me here, and i just wanna coddle him and tell him that it’s gonna be okay (even though this is my story and i’m making him suffer, lol.)
and with Zayn changing, it’s one of the elements that i love about this story, that i haven’t even gotten to the full explanation yet so i’m going to have to try and be subtle about it. what’s going on with him has given me a leniency i haven’t been able to do before. it’s great because there’s a legitimate reason for how he’s feeling/acting, even if it’s subtle.
it’s a really great eyeopener in exploring the idea of life itself and sort of being connected in a way that i don’t think most people realize.
idk if that even made sense and if anyone’s willing to hear me out when i get to that point in the story, maybe then i’ll explain that further. and now i’m just rambling.
but thank you. i get really excited when people pick up on what i see when i write. it shows that i’m phrasing things correctly and it connects.
also, hopefully the next update will be soon. i know i say that all the time, but if i’m honest, i’ve been winging the story up to this point, and that’s not entirely good. ;x though i do have a pretty good idea as to where it’s going, i just really need to solidify it through an outline.
okay, anyway, thank you again! <3
yeah, you know i figured i’d have a prompt out first before the next chapter, but i was hit with inspiration that i simply couldn’t ignore.
and i’m really happy that things are beginning to line up, not only for me, but for you and other readers. also because this chapter focused on Zayn, the next one will be with Liam and will most definitely fill in more of what you had in your prompt, and i’m just really excited about all of it because i’ve grown to love this story so much.
anyway, before i go overboard with my fangirling, thank you for reading and commenting and being so lovely. <3
mwuah, i’m literally beaming right now. ;3
i’m just as happy as you are! XD i’m loving the way it’s turning out, and i’m not even done with it yet. it’s already bordering on about 6k right now, so this’ll probably be another long fill.
but anyway, you’re definitely welcome. thanks for sending it because i just love it and for your sake (and a bit of mine), here’s another little excerpt.
The next thing Liam realizes is that the stranger is now trying to lift himself up off the ground, and he goes into panic.
“You can’t do this. Just sit here and I’ll call for an ambulance, and then we can get you checked out, yeah?”
But his pleas go on deaf ears as the lad stands up and brushes off his pants as if nothing had ever occurred.