Intrigued

Chapter 2.

~ Zayns POV ~ 

My eyelashes fluttered open, to something cold and wet being place on my fore-head. I jumped up, a sharp pain flowing through my body. Somone lay me back down onto my back, and placed the cold thing back on my head. My eyes focused on the person, reconizing him eaisily, Niall.

"Thanks" I whispered, as the memories of Chris and his gang came rushing back, he smiled and nodded.

"Your welcome" He replied, standing up, "I'll get you some water" He added, walking into the kichen. My eyes wondered around the room, there was a old Grandad Chair, in the corner, dusty purple curtains and the wall paper looked pretty damp. Paintings of people where dotted around the room, possibly ancesters.

"Hey Niall, who are theese?" I asked him when he walked in, he passed me a glass of water.

"Ancesters" Niall answered, "Anyways, do you have a place to stay" He changed the subject, he must be touchy on it, I won't push.

"Well, no, actually" My parents had recently kicked me out for my "Silly punk faze". They don't understand.

"Well, you could stay here if you like?" He asked, I smiled widely and nodded my head in agreement. His laugh echoed through the small house sending chills down my spine, and goosebumps to appear on my arms and legs.

"I think you should get some rest" He suggested, I nodded and he helped me stand up. We walked up the stairs and too his room.

"Thanks" I smiled, as he lifted the duvet covers for me to get in. He dropped the covers and gave me my phone. I diddn't even know I lost it.

"Call me if you need me, I put my number in your phone, I'll be downstairs" He replied, standing in the door-frame, I smiled as he walked away. He sure is amazing, he only just met me and he's already let me stay at his home, maybe he feels the same strong connection I do.

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~ Nialls POV ~

Don't ask me why I let him stay, because I don't know myself, I just feel like I have a connection with him. Maybe he's related to me? No, he can't be.

I don't know what the connection is, but I feel a strong love towards him I just can't explain; Maybe I do love him.

Before my father died, he told me I had to look for a special person, perhaps, Zayn is that person.

- Flashback -

My father lay" on his deathbed, he had summoned my uncles to get me.

"Yes father?" I asked, he turned his head to meet mine, his eyes looked old and lifeless.

"Son, before I go I must tell you this" He replied, pausing for effect, he was always dramatic, "You must look for a specific somone, this someone is a boy, I don't know what he will look like, or how nice he is or not. But you must look for him, and you must get him to fall in love with you, whatever the cause, you must never upset him, or else." My father spoke, he looked truthful.

"I will" I replied, he then closed his eyes and spoke his last words.

"Make sure you do, or else something bad could happen" 

He then left my life right infront of my eyes.

-End of flashback-

I wiped the tears that threatened to spill, I was only eleven when my father died, but that must be forgotten, for Zayn is the one who I have been looking for all my life. He's the person my father wanted me to find, and he will fall in love with me, no matter what...

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Sorry for the short chapter! D: 

Chapter three with be 5 pages long! :o

Yep, thats how mutch I love ya snowflakes,

That mutch!

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