Life's different here, I could already tell and I have only been here for almost a week. New York was loud and busy and everyone forgot what manners were. It was calmer here and it seemed more peaceful. Everyone back home called me crazy for leaving New York for London but it was a chance that needed to be taken. You see, I'm not a risk taker. I had a plan to stay in New York for the rest of my life and go to school there and keep the same friends and kep life the same way its always in, but that's boring and I finally realized it was time to wake up. I had never even traveled outside of New York so leaving for London was scary but it's like I'm the writer of my own adventure book out here. It was hard leaving, dont get me wrong. I had to say goodbye to my best friend of 10 years and I had to say good bye to my parents. So yes, some days I regret it but maybe it was for the best. I knew if I stayed back home with my past hanging at my feet, I'd snap.
The cool thing about my apartment is 1) it's huge. Dad bought it for me. He said that as long as I allowed Katie over to check up on me ( my controlling aunt ) then he would get me whatever one my little heart desired. So I went apartment hunting with my aunt and came along this one, I basically chose it for one reason which brings me to number 2. The first day I moved in I left and explored around the building, I always did stuff like that. I'd wander off on my own and find new things. My friends back home hated it, it made them scared although they didnt realize I was mature enough to take care of myself. I found a sense of peace when I was along. Anyways, when I went exploring I came to a stair case that stretched up the side of the building. I decided on walking all the way up and when I did so I came to a heavy door. Once I pushed it open I was on the roof over looking the entire city. I go up there every night and just sit on the edge of it letting my feet dangle over. I always laugh when I think about the reaction I would get from someone if they saw me sitting up here like this. It just makes me feel weightless, a little careless and oddly enough safe. I'm looking over the entire city, it's like I'm watching everyone's move, no one is watching me. I finally, for once in my life, have the upper hand.
I walked up the stairwell like I had been doing every day at this time. I go up to watch the sunset. It really is a beautiful sight when the sun beams bounce off all the reflective surfaces aluminating the streets. As I reached the top I pulled my hood over my head to protect my self from the shivering wind. I stuffed my hands in my pockets to keep them warm. I pushed the door open letting the cool air rush over me immediatly, I loved that feeling. i walked around the corner to my normal sitting area and stopped dead in my tracks. A guy in a leather jacket with dark hair was sitting where I normally sat watching over the city as the sun set. I leared my throat and he turned around taking a drag from a cigarette. He nodded acknowledging me and turned back around. I huffed and quickly walked over beside him looking right over at me. He smirked and I heard him chuckle.
"Take a seat." He said pointing to the ledge. "Glad I could make it before you this time. Normaly I come up here and you're already stretched out." he added now making eye contact with me. Does this mean all this time when I thought I was watching over everyone, someoen was watching over me? I pulled myself on the ledge and turned so I was facing him. I brought my neeks up and leaned on the side of the wall looking over the city. He took another drag from his cigarette and blew out forming multiple "o" shapes. I watched as the new grew ones would form then disappear in the air.
"Cool huh?" He asked raising one eyebrow.
"Disgusting actually." I said making him laugh.
"Straight and to the point, I like that." he said winking at me.
"So do you just volunteer your lungs?" I asked making him tilt his head and go "huh".
"Do you just give your lungs up? You know smokings bad, causes lung cancer aka a cause of death." I said making him laugh.
"I read the packages." He said looking back over the city.
"So why do you do it?" I asked making him shrug.
"Because I can." Is all he simply said. Hell there was a lot of things I could do if I wanted to but I dont do them. I turned to face the city and looked over the streets as the sun's orange rays poured through the city. It was such a sight to see.
"Beautiful huh"?" He asked as I nodded looking over at him. His jaw line was hard to just look over. It was rigged and sharp. His bone structure was bold and his dark hair suited him perfectly. He smirked and looked over at me.
"How are you liking the big move from New york?" He asked making me raise one eyebrow.
"Pardon me?"I asked making him laugh again. His laugh was quiet but pierced through my skin giving me shivers.
"You know, the big apple." He said taking another drag.
"I know what it is, I'm not an idiot." I said watching him laugh again. "So you're stalking me, what else do you know?" I asked watching him burn his cigarette out and throw it to the side.
"You're freshly eighteen, you got a 95.6% average in senior year and you're a vegetarian." He said raising his eyebrows up and down and smiling. I starred at him with my mouth parted slightly. He leaned forward.
"I know you're aunt." He whispered making me sigh of relief, poor him.
"So then mystery boy, lets hear the jokes about my name." I said making him shake his head. I raised my eyebrow and let out a laugh.
"Your aunt wanted me to find out for myself." He said quietly making me laugh. What a pain in the ass she was.
"Well, I'm Zayn and you are?" He asked making me laugh. I got up off the ledge and fixxed my hoodie as I backed up. He watched me raising one eyebrow as I laughed again.
"You'll just have to find out." I said winking at him before turning around and heading for the exit.
"I know what unit you're in!" He called out behind me ending with a chuckle.
"So I'll see you soon then?" I asked turning around. He nodded and winked at me. I smilled back before turning back around, pushing the exit open and heading back down to my apartment.
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FanfictionMystery Noun ; something that is difficult or impossible to understand or explain