I remember when I was younger.
I saw my dad leave.
My mom promised herself to never forget that moment.
Ever since that moment I believed.
I believed that love never existed.
That it was a myth.
Thats when he came around.
His golden orbs.
He would always pester me.
Pester me about to trust him.
He told me I could trust him.
Zayn Malik.
Should I trust him?
I dont know.
Louis William Tomlinson.
My name was changed to that.
I like it better then my old name.
I dont think I can trust Zayn.
But I could try to.
My only exception.
