The Notebook

The Girl !! part 1

The Notebook- Chapter 1

so this is my new story. someone asked for it so i will do it! :) hope you enjoy..

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"I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.." - The Notebook.

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Zayn's POV

"Lads, let's go, it looks fun."

"Zayn, it's cold out. How bout tomorrow?" Louis says as he covers himself up again.

"C'mon Lou, it's our last day of break. Let's go."

"Fine Zayn, let us go." Liam gets up and goes to the toilet. I walk back to my room with a big smile on my face. I get out my backpack and look through it making sure I have all that I need.

"Zayn, hurry mate!" I hear Niall holler. I get my coat and keys and head out.

"Ready?" I ask them enthusiastically.

"Yea," they all mumble groggily.

We get out and make our way to the festival, security in tow. I look around and see so many things I want to draw. I take off my backpack and take out my notebook and some pencils. I take a seat on a bench and begin drawing the scenery. Little girls holding their balloons, bubbles flying everywhere, the trees that pop out in certain areas, a fountain, the smiles and joy on peoples faces. There's a beauty in art, something that is hard to explain yet easy to understand and see. I love being part of One Direction but if I wasn't in the music industry I would spend all my time drawing. I look down at my book with a satisfied smile and decide to put it away and walk around when I look up and something- someone, catches my eye. I see her smiling while handing a little girl cotton candy. She looks up and my breath catches in my throat; she's beautiful. Long raven hair, bright brown eyes, pale skin and a beautiful smile. I quickly open my notebook and start sketching her, looking up every once in a while. I finish and a small smile plays on my face. I look at it with admiration; I look up but don't see her. I look around but she is no where. I look down at the drawing again and can't help but be captivated by her, everything about her screams-

"Zayn!" I am snapped out of my thoughts by Harry's screams. I see them walking my way as I close the notebook. "I've been calling you for the last hour mate."

"Sorry, I was-"

"Drawing, we know. Isn't that book filled yet? You've had it for as long as I've known you and that's like three years now." Louis remarks.

I smile as I feel my book. He's right, I have had this for a while and it is quickly filling up. But I can't seem to let it go, it holds a lot of significance to me, it was a gift from my father when I decided to audition for the X-Factor. He told me to write down on it, my thoughts and dreams. I feel the rough edges and the scratches it has on the cover, I look to the bottom right-hand corner and trace the ZM on it.

"Lad! Let's go." all of them are walking to a small stand of food, I get up and follow them.

Sophia's POV

"Wow, this place is incredible." I say in awe as I take it all in. "Thank you Ry, for doing this, it means a lot to me."

"Soph, you have nothing to thank me." he gives me side hug. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm hanging in there." I reply flatly, "but there's no use...I have to move past it as much as it hurts, I have to, for them."

"Sophia, you have to mourn them though, to be able to let go."

"Ryan, can we not talk about that please. I want to enjoy my last day here." I walk to an art display and look at the drawings there. I see a notebooks sprawled all over a table but one of them in particular catches my attention; I pick it up, "Excuse me, how much is this one?" I ask the owner of the display.

He looks at it, "Not mine, dear." he says and goes back to drawing.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, "It's beautiful." I mumble.

"Soph, I want you to try this." I hear Ryan yell. I look at the notebook and can't help but be drawn to it. I put it in my bag and walk to Ryan.

Zayn's POV

I keep riffling through the backpack and throw it in frustration across the room when I don't see it there.

"Zayn...oh what the hell happened here?" Niall asks as he walks into my room. All the drawers are opened with random things popping out of them, clothes is thrown all over the place, covering most of the floor, and papers seem to be flying everywhere.

"I can't find it?" I yell.

"What, you're room? Me either." Niall remarks while picking up some clothes and dumping them in a basket.

"Mate, I can't find my notebook."

"Where did you see it last? It must be here somewhere." he says.

"No, I looked all over and it's not here." I run my hands through my hair in annoyance.

"Maybe you left it in the car..." he suggests.

"No, I looked already." I close my eyes trying to remember the last place I remember having it. Where was I? No! "Fuck!" I kick the air, punch the wall, curse the world.

"What's wrong mate?"

"Niall, I left it at the carnival. I went to an art display and I was looking through some drawings and pencils and I must have left it there." I explain.

"Let's go back and see if we can find it." we go quickly but when we get there I don't see anything.

"It's not here." I mutter. I feel the table, "It's not here." I repeat trying to not let my emotions out, trying not to cry. I look at the drawings there again and I get closer to one of them. I squint my eyes and furrow my eyebrows. My eyes open wide when I realize who I am looking at.

"What is it?" Niall asks.

"That's her." I point at the drawing. "It's the girl that I drew earlier today."

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