“ Welcome home sweetheart.” Since when is this home? My home is not here.
“ Oh my Unique where have you been?” My mother said running up to me and hugging me.
“ Hi mom.” I said coldly. She let go of me and held me shoulder strength. She looked at me up and down.
“ You have sure changed.” She spoke excitedly.
“ Your daughter has definitely developed.” Mark spoke.
“ Respect her Mark! You look beautiful honey.” I stared at her confused and worried. Yet I was to tried and excused myself. I walked into my so called room and laid on the bed. I stared at the ceiling trying to figure it out. I tried to figure out my life. Why did I take this turn? Why did I end up meeting my best friend again but feeling so much pain at his sight? Why do I all of a sudden have hope because I met this one guy? I never depended on anyone not even my brother. Why start now? I cant and I wont. Why im I so excited to meet him once again? Will I tell him my story? No I cant I will scare him away. Will I tell him my story with Niall ? Maybe I would. Theres nothing wrong with that I hope. I think im gonna take a nap.......
*Beep Beep Beep* Whats that sound? Ugg im to tried. *Beep Beep Beep* There it goes again. I think its time to get up. I looked for what was making the sound. I finally found the source of the sound. The phone. I picked it up not caring what or who it was.
“ What do you want? There people sleeping you know!” I heard a deep chuckle on the other end and know who it was.
“ Good morning to you too.” He said.
“ Oh sorry Zayn I was asleep.”
“ I could tell. So we still up for today?”
“ But its so early its ….” I looked at the phones time. 3 o clock PM!!!
“ Its 3 o clock?” I said confused.
“ Yes love its 3 and you got jet leg. Don't worry we could do ….” I cut him off. “ No!!! I mean no I want to see you.”
“ Awesome !!!! I mean awesome. Where do I pick you up?” I gave him the direction of the house and hung up. This should be fine.
*Ding Ding Ding* I ran up and opened the door.
“ Hello beautiful.” He said smiling at me with his hazel eyes.
“ Zayn.” I said blankly.
“ So where Mark?”
“ Their at work.”
“ Good lets go.” He then dragged me to his car.
“ Zayn were are we going?” He opened the door for me and then went around to get in himself.
“ To talk you need it.” He turned on the radio and the song “Try” by pink came on. I knew this song well because when I wanted to end it this song made me keep on going. I knew the song was gonna be over so I gave all the emotion I had. I wasn't alone on the singing though.
Where there is desire
There is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame
Someone's bound to get burned
But just because it burns
Doesn't mean you're gonna die
