Lets Meet Half Way.

No False Alarm

How I imagined her singing voice.

Week 2
Elena's pov
"Babe!"Zayn yelled as if I couldn't hear him.I didn't even say anything because he's coming back to the room."What's all of this?"He walks in with note books. My note books.

"Songs."Nearly eleven years worth of anger, hurt, happiness written in these books. Starting from when I was about thirteen maybe fourteen until last year was the last time I've written a song.

"Why don't you record some of these?"Like he didn't know that answer."Not meant to be recorded.It is just there to look pretty on paper."

Dismissing my smart answer,he sat down on the love seat foot rest
,looking through the pages."Free Me."Zayn mumbled reading over the lyrics.I feel the most comfortable around Zayn then anyone else.But I've never felt so nerves in my life until now.He takes song writing seriously,I do it to realize anger and if I'm bored I'll dabble around.

"And I got you on the back foot
And you know I got you really good
'Cause there's something deep inside of me,I got to be,And if you find it hard to follow me,If I lose you in my gift stream,Than you only got to raise your eyes,And see me fly."Zayn said the words instead of singing them.

"This is fucking good babe."he said,I nod with a smile."Thank you."
Shaking his head,looking the next page."I've Fallen In Love With You."

He smiled,I wrote that after a long argument with my mum and he stayed on the phone with me until 6 a.m.Calming me down and it worked.Absolutely shattered the next day but he didn't hang up.I knew I was in love with him then.Excepted me and all the dysfunction that was going on in my life.

"I've fallen in love with you,Please tell me ,tell me what else was there to do,When feelin lips like yours and looking into eye like yours,Oh it might as well face it Cause it's,Yes I've fallen in love with you"He read rather proud.Ass!

"You should record this Lena."

The word no just doesn't register in that lovely mind if his."No."

"At least sing it for me."He stood up,coming to sit by me with one of the books in his hand.Randomly choosing a page."Put Your Hands On Me."I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I guess I'm picky with love,Well baby I give it up its you I choose,And don't keep me waiting This girl got things she needs to do,Oh if I was blind ,you'd help me see,If I lost me mind, you'd find it for me,Speak on it babe tell me what do you need,Because all I need is for you to love me baby,Put your hand on me baby."I now want to throw up everything I've eaten.

"You have a beautiful voice."Kissing my forehead."Thank you.Means a lot coming from you."

"If it means a lot,why do you get so nerves?"

"Because I value your opinion.If I write or sound like shit I would expect you to give me your honest opinion."I explained.

He stood up,neatly stacking the books on my nightstand,then sitting down on the chair, "And I would give you my honest opinion.But you don't sound like shit.Many artist wish they had the vocal range you have."

"Well thank you."

"You still aren't recording are you?"if he thought that little pep talk was convincing then he's crazy.

"Absolutely fucking not."I laid down trying to get comfortable.Zayn stood back up,hovering over me."I love you."

"I love you too."I popped his elastic on his sweat pants."I prefer your hair this way."He chuckled,for a few weeks he was growing the center out again.I wasn't sure what was the obsession with this hair style.He looks hot no matter what.