When Worlds Combine - A WWC Sequel

39; Maps, Football, and Cards

Zayn

 

I woke up to the warm Brazilian sun.

Violet lay next to me, one arm draped over her pillow and the other pressed against her side. He hair was pushed up against her head and her legs spread out at different angles. She had definitely come a long way since her elegant days.

I just laugh at her, rolling over to kiss her forehead gently before getting to my feet and shuffling out of the room. I make myself a cup of coffee and sit on the couch admiring the stunning view just outside our doors.

I still couldn't believe I was here. Here in Brazil and not London. Not Bradford. It blew me away the fact that about a year or two ago I was trapped in my Bradford home dreaming of an escape and now I was here with the three best people in the world in possibly the best country in the world.

That was something that I thought about every day. It was something I would always, always be thankful for. I couldn't believe the life I had, I couldn't believe just how lucky I was. I had done some bad things in my life and I would never have expected to be rewarded. I didn't deserve it. I don't deserve it.

And that's what I'm waiting for, the red light. The time when all of this would come to an end. Because it was simply far too good to be true, and I had been living this dream for far too long. When would it end? When would the time come where everything would come crashing down? It had to come soon. Nobody got to live the life they wanted. Not if you're someone like me anyway.

But for now, I was enjoying it. For now, I was okay. For now, things were very good. Because today I woke up to the Brazilian sun and to the most beautiful girl sleeping beside me.

For now, I'm pretty damn happy.

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"Zayn-o, can you please just have some faith in me? We are not lost."

"Niall, I know this is probably hard for you to understand with you being Irish and all, but I will speak as slowly as I can. We are most definitely lost."

"I don't see how my race has anything to do with this issue."

"For the last time your race is not Irish, your race is damn white."

"You're using a bitter tone and I do not appreciate it."

"I'm simply just stating-"

"You are insulting my culture."

"Someone just take him away from me. Get him the hell away from me."

"We're not lost," Violet intervenes, holding the huge map in front of her. "I know where we are. I've been reading the map and-"

"Now we're doomed," I mumble.

She just frowns at me. "Actually, I've become quite good at map reading. And if you want to get anywhere near the stadium I'd shut the fuck up if you knew what was good for you. Considering up until yesterday you thought the colours on the map were 'just to make it look pretty'."