One last time - Ariana Grande
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I stood outside the building as the rain poured on my head, my curls from the day before becoming undone as I waited for the one person I wanted to see come downstairs, Bracing on the brownish coloured railings.
My makeup was ruined as the rain fell onto my cheeks and eyelashes, as a bunch of people walked out of the building staring at me like I was some mad person.
To Zay
(I sent something for you come outside)
I honestly hoped this was the place and I wasn't waiting in the rain for no reason.
I saw a male, caramel skinned, possibly 5"9 with a nice build and raven hair get out of the elevator as I saw him approach the door.
I let out a deep sigh, this was the moment.
"What, even?" I heard the familiar voice say as my heart sunk "She really can't make me wait in the rain for absolutely nothing"
"Actually, She didn't make you wait for nothing, unless I am nothing" I walked in under the covering of the building as I looked up at him.
"Its been a while, Malik" I softly whispered.
Zayn stayed quiet as I looked back down at the rest of my body, I probably looked awful in zayns mind.
He had someone perfect. Playing my heart to see what I would've done
"Zayn..Zayn Malik."I said as I turned around to leave.
"S-Sarah.. My Sarah?" He reached a hand out as he grabbed a piece of my silk shirt.
I turned around as I walked closer to him, as I placed my hand upon his sharp jawline and unshaven beard.
"Zayn..My Zayn... Its me I'm here" I felt tears develop as I looked into his brown eyes the sorrow over whelmed everthing else.
The brokenness between us was something else.
He pressed a finger to my lips as I continued locking eyes with him.
"I can't believe this, this is so unreal..I lost you. Sarah is this a dream?" He stared back, his bottom lip wobbling.
"Don't cry, Zay...its not a dream. You didn't lose me" I felt the tears trickle down my cheeks "I'll even pinch you"
He traced down my chin and my neck his thumb smooth over my caramel skin as he used his other hand to wipe away the tears
We were in a dumbfounded silence as I took ahold of the hand that was wiping away the tears, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.
I couldn't believe it still. I was in new York city and I was having a moment with Zayn Malik.
I closed my eyes, as i had flashes of the pictures of our younger selves, as i was messing up his raven hair as he was cursing at me with his thick bradford accent, young love, university love. Was the best love... ever, I Hate to admit it, but i'm still madly inlove with him.
We stood in silence for a bit before I dragged him out into the rain as I combed my hand through his hair and pressed a soft kiss to his nose
He chuckled as I felt my heart explode I hadn't heard it in months.
I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh as the happy tears fell
As he pulled me into a right hug, spinning me around like a rag doll as I squealed and giggled
The new yorkers just stared at the two nut job Brits who possibly watched too many Bollywood movies that involve romance in the rain.
But it bothered neither of us, we were happy and just watching zayn in the rain was like a gift from god...
Every single feature was just a blessing how his beard complemented his already perfect jawline, how his eyes told its own story, how his smile and his pink lips were just to die for .
I loved it so much I just needed to lean in.
"Zayn what the hell are you doing" someone yelled.
