The Best Last Breath

Chapter 1:

I fell in love when I was 15 years old to a guy named Zayn.

He was my everything for so long, until he broke me into pieces.

I was lost, careless, and afraid to ever fall in love again. I can't trust anyone anymore. The best feeling I ever had was with Zayn and I know I will never get that feeling again with anyone else.

Sometimes I will dream about us and what we used to be, but that only makes me want him here with me more. Being apart from him is like being a kid without their blanket ; they can't function right without it.

I felt lonely until I got a phone call that changes everything.

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"I'm not going"

"Honey you have to. Please so it for me."

Zayn and I have been dating for a month now and things are great. He always takes me out and makes me try new things. Right now he is trying to convince me to go clubbing with him tonight, but I refuse. I'm only 15 and Zayn is 17 and I don't think that's the best place for us to be.

"You know you'll have fun!" Zayn said with a smirk on his face.

"And by fun you mean a 16 year old stranger coming up and grinding on me?"

"No. I would never let that happen. If anyone's grinding on you, it's going to be me."

Zayn can get a little inappropriate at times and wants things to go to the next level, but I must remind him that we are still teenagers."

"Now please, Baby." He grabbed my waist and looked at me straight in the eyes. His brown eyes were my weakness.

"I want you to go with me. Everything will be fine. Why don't you go get changed into something a little bit sexier and I'll wait down here for you."

"Okay, okay." I said politely just to make him happy.

I walked up the steps and into my room.

I had quite a big wardrobe so it shouldn't be that difficult to find something to wear.

I decided on a black lace dress that was short and strapless. I don't consider myself a "hot" person, but I felt amazing in that dress. To top off the outfit, I wore black heels and a little black and white clutch. I did my makeup, but just natural tones because I don't like wearing too much. I curled my hair and I think I looked pretty good.

I walked downstairs when I was finished and Zayn stood up from the couch.

"You look incredible." He said softly into my ear.

"Thanks." I said as my cheeks started to turn red. "You too."

I don't know how I could look that great next to Zayn. He is hot, fit, genuine, perfect, mine.

"Ready to go?" He spoke his words a little bit pushy, it i didn't mind.

"Yeah." I answered.

He opened the door for me like a gentleman. As he started walking towards me, I felt his arm slither around my waist. Whenever he touched me, even in the gentlest way, I felt safe.

He opened the passenger door as I slid inside and sat down. He closed the door and ran around the car to get to the drivers side.

"I can't wait for this night." He put his hand on my thigh and started making his way up, but I stopped him.

"Let's just go." I said a little rudely but he didn't care. He gave me a sweet smile and started driving.