****Kendall's POV****
I walked out of the locker room and onto the track. The stadium was filled with crazy, enthusiastic fans screaming my name. The bright lights made it hard to look up at them. It was my turn to race, I was put into the 200 meter dash which was my best event. Before I went to take my place someone came up from behind me and grabbed my arm.
"Don't think about anything and just run." Zayn said giving me a good luck kiss.
"I will try my best." I said kissing him back.
"Kendall I love you so much. You can do this." He said walking away so I could take my place.
I took a deep breathe and the official said "Runners take your mark. Ready and when I shoot the gun go." And the gun was fired and I ran.
If I didn't meet Zayn again on that terrible day I don't think that I could have been here now.
