The Clock Spins, You Spin Into Me
Title: The Clock Spins, You Spin Into Me
Author sarcasticweathe
Rating: PG
Pairing Ziam (Zayn/Liam)
Warning Genderswap
POV Third, Zayn(ah)'s
Summary: Tick tock we dance to the beat.
Disclaimer: Well two guys are magically now girls, but in case you didn't guess, none of this is real.
Author's Note: The title’s from October Fall’s Tongue Tied. Short and sweet, I haven't managed to finish a fic in a while so.. yay I guess..
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The clock strikes eleven warning her, taunting her that she only has an hour. There, in the middle of the ballroom waiting silently as the other dancers spin around her blurring into each other, stands her partner. Wearing a pale blue dress, floating off her, her once long light brown hair now trimmed short into a pixie cut, her purple, heeled shoes tapping to an unknown beat.
Zaynah looks down at her own black dress, clinging to her figure, and matching black brogues, suddenly feeling inadequate compared to the stunning beauty she had been watching. She looked back behind her, at the clock, urging her on, mocking her. She finally made her way through the dancers, the obstacles to the object of her desire, to Leah.
Their eyes meet, caramel orbs sparkle and her smile becomes more pronounced, no longer the polite one she wore earlier. Zaynah hurries forwards, all hesitation and fear lost.
“Hey” she whispers as she reaches out, their fingers entwining.
“Leah” she breathes in reverence, staring down at their hands cautiously, plotting her next move. She carefully wraps her arm around her partner’s waist and lower back, Leah follows suit, her arm fluidly slipping round her shoulder and back. Zaynah attempts to conceal a smile at Leah allowing her to lead, unlike they’re other efforts at dancing, where she forced her into compliancy, much to Louis’ amusement.
“So beautiful” She murmurs into her neck, Leah blushes; finally losing the composure she had kept a hold of all night. They spin through and around the dancers, tail ends twisting and dresses twirling, an explosion of colour against the unrelenting darkness.
“Leah” she starts, gazing into her puppy like eyes “I...” Zaynah hesitates, glancing up to see her smiling, encouraging her to go on “I lo-“
The clock chimes twelve, the magic unravels.