Zayn Malik, I. [zustin mieber]

P R O L O G U E

"You're always on tour," Zayn sighs. I look at my laptop and see a frown on his face.

"I'm sorry bub, but you knew this would happen. I can't stop now, I'm just getting to the top of the mountain," I explain. Zayn looks down, my laptop lagging a little.

"I miss you... A lot," Zayn whispers. He wipes his eyes. "I miss you so much." I notice some pain on Zayn's left hand and smile softly.

"I'll be back soon, Z. Then we'll be able to hang out and kiss," I say, knowing it will make Zayn a little happier. He looks at the camera, and it's the first time he's really looked at his computer this whole time. Zayn nods and sniffles. He looks so lost, so beautiful. "And when I do we can paint. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good, Justin... It really does," Zayn whispers. He looks down, most likely at his phone. "I should go, babe. It's getting late."

"Okay, have a good sleep," I tell him.

"I love you, Justin." When Zayn says this he smiles. "I love you a lot."

"Zayn Malik, I-." The video cuts out. I've lost connection. "Love you."

{In this book, Zayn is 17 and Justin is 20. This is dedicated to Alyssa who is the reason I am in such a Justin mood. UG I'm like, TURNING INTO A FAN.}