Zayn

Zayn is the kind of bad boy who turns heads the moment he walks into a room. Dark tousled hair, a leather jacket that seems like it’s seen a few brawls, and a smirk that says he knows exactly how much trouble he is—but he doesn’t care. He carries himself with a dangerous kind of confidence, like he’s always one heartbeat away from rebellion.But around you—he's different.You're the girl in soft floral prints, always dressed in light, graceful colours that reflect the calm in your heart. You're modest, gentle, and maybe even a bit old-fashioned in the best way. While Zayn is all sharp edges and storm clouds, you're warm sunlight and blooming spring.And for some reason he can’t stop watching you.At first, he didn’t get it. You weren’t loud, you didn’t chase attention, and you certainly weren’t impressed by his smoldering looks or cocky grin. But that only made him more curious. You made him feel seen—not for the persona, not for the reputation—but for something softer he thought he’d buried a long time ago.Now he’s obsessed. He memorizes the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you're shy, the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about things you love. He shows up wherever you are—not in a creepy way, but like he’s always “just passing by.” He starts to wear lighter clothes. He gets oddly quiet around you, like he doesn’t want to mess anything up.And the weirdest part? He's trying—really trying—to be better.Because Zayn the bad boy might have been chaos to everyone else…But to you?He wants to be peace.