Because she made me believe (ZAYN MALIK)

Little Things- I

Author's note
Its been really long but with my laptop acting like a complete bitch deleting this chapter twice I have finally written it and although its a bit small I promise you an update tomorrow.Little things is one of my favorite songs and it always reminds me of Zayn thus the title.Also I have not done any proof reading or editing so bear with me and there is a little surprise here we are doing Allana's POV for the first time.enjoy my lovelies

Allana's POV

Demons of your past haunt you sinking their claws in your soul and feeding on your fears. The only chance to escape them would be unleashing them and facing them .Running away is never an option because no matter how hard you try you cannot escape their clutches. My whirl winding relationship with my mum and the turmoil I experienced with her unexpected demise was turning me brittle. All I could feel was the wrath of my irrelevant choices , my ability to turn a blind eye towards the truth of my mother’s decision.I was walking  in a dark tunnel filled with darkness.Every step  lead me further into desolation until I saw light shining at the end.Light which rescued me from the shadows of my horrors and cleared the conundrum in my head.
Our eyes were fixated on the sky eagerly watching the breaking of dawn. The sun was appearing above the horizon steadily casting its crescent glow on our surroundings. Warm golden sunrays illuminated the pleasant aura of my own source of profused light : Zayn. To describe him as handsome would be an understatement .He is indescribably good looking with his captivating hazel eyes , thick eyelashes , perfectly chiseled  cheekbones , well structured jawline and jet black hair. But beyond his immaculately carved physical features is the generous heart filled with a vast expanse of love and care for everyone. Zayn is probably the most sensitive guy I have come across which not only differs him from the rest but also adds to his soothing aura.He radiates warmth maybe that is why I yearn to be around him.Last night would be more horrendous for me if it had not been for him.The gratification in  my heart towards him is inexplicable.
“ Like what you see ?”, he smirks looking at me. The heat rises in my cheeks when I realize I have been caught staring at him for God knows how long. “ “Yeah the view is so-“ I began but I am cut off by Zayn as he completes by sentence. “Gorgeous” , he says looking straight in my eyes and I have a feeling we are not talking about the view anymore.
“So I wanted to tell you something.”, Zayn says scratching his neck. I nod my head indicating him to continue. “ We are  having a family barbeque today in the afternoon. You know people just gathering and chilling….umm so my mum has asked me to invite you too. She is very excited to meet you. Will you come ?,” he asks me coyly. He sounds so nervous as if he is asking me to prom.
“ Barbeque in January ? Is it some English tradition ?” I ask him back and he laughs.
“ It is sort of a Malik thing that is the only feasible explanation I can give you.” , he says flashing me his smile. 
“ I would love to come Zayn .But there is a slight problem .”
“Problem ?”
“ You know I am in Bradford for a very short period and I apparently left Tristan last night without informing him about my whereabouts. If I leave him again today it wouldn’t be appropriate. He is my friend after all .Can I tag him along ? ” I ask him softly. 
His facial expression changes from confusion to frowning and finally settles on scowling. His hazel irises turn a dark shade of chocolate and I am unable to decipher the emotion they hold.
“The more the merrier .”, he replies his jaw tensing. 
“ Thank you Zayn. I am looking forward to your mum’s cooking. Niall praises her cooking a lot.” He gives me a half smile and darts his attention back to the sky.
“ We should leave Allana.” , he murmurs and I internally pout hating him say my name. Whatever happened to him calling me baby. It felt good hearing him address me with that endearment.
“Yes we should.”, I reply back half heartedly. We start walking back towards the car with him pacing ahead of me .
“Zayn I wanted to tell you one more thing.”, I tug on the sleeve of his jacket making him stop. He raises his eyebrows at my gesture . 
“Good morning pretty boy.”  I smile at him.
The crease between his eyebrows which had permanently settled since Tristan’s mention evaporated  and grinning back he replied , “Good morning baby.”