Suffocating. That's how it was when I saw him. It was like the whole world just stopped and everything was evolving around him. Nothing seemed right until then, he was so perfect. The way his eyes would sparkle in the sun turning to a beautiful brown and you could see the tinniest specs just bloom. The way his hair was so jet black it looked blue, and would be styled in a perfect quiff, no stray hair falling on to his beautiful face. The way his lips would curve up into the most perfect smile when something he heard was funny, or just because he wanted to smile. His body was so lean and toned, not one muscle overly worked out, everything perfectly balanced. His voice was as smooth as velvet, making my ears desperately want more, wanting him to talk and laugh every second of the day.His name was very different, nothing that I've heard before. The one and only, Zayn Malik.
My first poem/ short story I'm not sure if it's good please comment at end at tell my thanks :)