Thank you to all the amazing writers who participated in this round of the zouisfest! We will be back for round 4!
â Tease Me, Please Me by 4ureyesonly28 @evilovesyou
Zayn had done so many different jobs since sheâd gotten out of university; some more interesting than others, but this one was taking the cake. There was something unbelievable in her being cast alongside all these gorgeous, seductive women to titillate theatre-goers in a brand new burlesque bar in the West End. It wasnât exactly what her parents had imagined when sheâd dreamed about getting on stage in a West End show, but over the past months of rehearsals sheâd really learned that the artistry of burlesque was deeply personal to her.
â you're on my mind (love) by we_are_the_same @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed
Itâs been five years and Zayn still feels the ghost of Louisâ hand on his throat whenever he canât breathe.
There used to be a point in time when he craved it; the way his pulse would do an uptick, the way blood would rush through his ears and everything would feel faint, but these days itâs nothing like that. These days itâs only panic tightening his chest and stealing the breath from his lungs, and no amount of trying to calm himself down works anymore.
It doesnât help that no one understands. Well, one person would, but heâs the exact person thatâs got Zayn in a panic right now, and thereâs some morbid kind of humor in that, because of course Louis still manages to control his breathing when itâs been five years since they were last even in the same room.
Or, more accurately, four days, eleven months and twenty-eight days. But whoâs counting?
â we could stay at home or watch the sunset by @louislittletomlintum
âCan I give it a go?â Louis asked curiously, like when he was impatient to have a turn on the Xbox.
Zayn side-eyed him, not believing what he was hearing.
âGive what a go?â Zayn questioned wearily, though he feared he knew exactly what was being asked.
âYour dick. Give it a bash. I just wonder how it would feel, like, if I were to have a cut cock. You can have a pull of mine if you like, if youâve wondered the opposite,â Louis proposed, handing the offer out like it was a packet of crisps.
or the one where zayn's somehow surprised watching a porno together could lead to all of this
â It's Two AM And I'm Cursing Your Name by pigslay @fifthnormani
Zayn and Louis are both team leaders at a kids' theatre summer camp. Zayn may be hot, but Louis' group of twelve year olds is SO going to put on a better play than Zayn's group of twelve year olds.
â time can always heal you (if you let it) by loammy_jean @sugarcult
5 times where they heard one of each other's songs on the radio, and 1 time one of them eventually decided to reach out to the other.
OR:Â After Zayn leaves the band, the resentment between him and Louis burns the most. They do an excellent job of avoiding seeing each other in the years that follow. But as is the nature of fame, they can't stop hearing - or hearing about - each other.
â some version of you by croisblue @forwhatiam
Itâs almost been a month since Zayn up and disappeared from Louisâs life.
â flashing lights by @todayisdeadinside
"Want to head to the roof? Bit busy down here." Louis suggested, his tone deceptively casual. Zayn wasn't dumb.
He was going to say no.
He was.
OR: A songfic based on BeFoUr by ZAYN
â terracotta heart by wordsnnotes @quelsentiment
Then he sees him.
Zayn. Leaning against a wall, removed from the brunt of the crowd, his eyes staring into space. A vision so familiar that Louis feels like heâs been projected back into 2014 for a second.
Maybe that's what makes him walk towards himâautomatic reflex, muscle memory, old habits die hard. But old habits never die, heâs starting to suspect.
â wh*re d'oeuvres by larry-hiatus @emilarry
Louis is a bit shocked when his best mate/fwb Zayn reveals that heâs been going to a restaurant where patrons can get blowjobs under the table. When Louis tags along and meets Harry and Niall (and even the cute waiter Liam), he begins to understand why Zayn loves it so much.
â Somethin' Misread Or Somethin' Got Said by @lululawrence
Zayn keeps getting texts. This wouldn't be an issue if he knew who most any of the people sending the texts were, but he doesn't. He doesn't know who they are, why they're texting him, or even how they got his number.
Until he does, thanks to a kind soul he only knows as xxxSHADOWLORD420xxx.
â a sign from fate by lvinlou @lvinlou
When he saw him, he could confirm that he hadnât just stolen his calm, but also his breath.
He hadnât even reached the table yet, but he knew it was him. The voice, which he remembered clearly despite the alcohol, matched perfectly with the man in front of him. And when those hazel eyes lifted from the menu and met his, he could swear his legs gave out.
Zayn smiled at him and God, he could swear he was the most handsome man he had ever seen.
