It's Just Us Now (1D Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

Hello Wattpadders (is that even a word)?

Oh well. Chapter 2 is up and it's long! Yay. I changed a little bit of the first chapter (not majorly) but you can reread that if you want. And I have the entire plot planned out...it's gonna get more intense. But anyway, one direction comes into this chapter! Enjoy. :)

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Chapter 2

*Zayn’s POV* 

"What? No." I said, almost tripping after walking past a bunch of people.

"You ran out of there pretty quick. Are you sure you--"

"For the last time Liam, I'm fine. I just need some alone time."

A pause.

"Are you in disguise?"

"Yes."

"Fine. But be back soon."

"Yes, I know. Goodbye."

Before he could reply, I hung up.

Sitting down on a bench, I was relieved. The cold California wind blew through the trees. I was in need of some fresh air, not in a recording studio, concert, or hotel. As amazing as this whole experience has been, I need a vacation. I was homesick.

I glanced at the newspaper next to me. “California girl dies at 19 from unknown causes”. Wait, what? I did a double take and picked up the newspaper to read it. As soon as I finished, I dialed Uncle Simon.

“Hello Zayn.”

“Simon, I need a ride.”

*Emma POV*

A limo pulled up and left, and out came Zayn Malik. Why is he here? I haven’t seen him here in forever. He was walking toward me, hands in his pockets. I watched as he came up to me.

“Emma.”

“Hi Zayn.”

He looked different. He changed his hairstyle, and I think he’s a bit taller.

“How have you been?”

A small smile escaped my lips for a second.

“I’ve been better.”

“So…umm…what exactly happened to Carly?”

I looked down.

“I don’t know. The police haven’t figured it out. They said they just found her dead on her bedroom floor.” I managed to choke out.

Tears came into my eyes immediately.

“Are you ok?” 

I looked up to see Zayn’s sympathetic eyes staring into mine.

“Yeah, it’s just…I miss her.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry for what happened.”

We were silent for a minute. When was the last time I even saw or heard from Zayn? I thought back and realized I could barely remember anything.

“Zayn, why are you here?” 

He looked up at me. 

“I—“ 

“I haven’t seen you in two years.” 

He looked down, probably searching for words.

“I always meant to visit.”