Okay so heres an important message. I put a picture of what their daughter looks like up on the side but it's in black and white so just imagine that she has big hazel eyes, black hair, and is light tan (like Zayn but a little bit lighter)
I stood there in the field, the hot August sun beating down on. We stood there motionless just staring into each other’s eyes. “So this is how it’s going to end? You know, I don’t want you to leave. Please stay with me? You can finish senior year here and we can get married and live happily ever after” The boy standing in front of me pleaded. It broke my heart because I wanted to stay, but I couldn’t. I could let him give up his dreams for me; I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. So, I did the toughest thing I ever had to do, I had to look him in the eye and say the words that would break his heart, and mine. “But Zayn… That’s just… not what I want. I-I just….don’t…. love you….I just want to go home and never see you again…..I-I’m s-sorry”
Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I stumbled over the words, I looked away so he wouldn’t see. He stood silent for a while before speaking again, “Well if that’s what you want, then I won’t stop you. Just know that I enjoyed the time we had together and I cherish every memory we have ever had. I love you and I always will, just never forget that”. His words shocked me but it was his actions that surprised me the most.
He handed me a box wrapped in brightly colored paper with a bow on top “I doubt this will mean anything to you now, but I got it as a going away present, so here” those were the last words I ever heard from him. After that he bent down and kissed me one last time before walking off and leaving me there alone. If only I could have told him the real reason I had to leave………
“Mamma! Mamma!” I was snapped back to reality by my 3 1/2 year old daughter, Emma, calling for my attention. I walked into the living room to see her dancing around in front of the TV to a song being sung by 5 British boys running around on a beach. I couldn’t help but let out a giggle at my adorable daughter as she started wiggling her butt in the air; she definitely got her dancing from her dad. I chuckled out loud as I remember me try to teach the clumsy boy how to dance, but with no success.
I sometimes think about me and him and what it might be like if I had told him about Emma and we had stayed together. I want to think that everything would have worked out perfect and we would be one big happy family. I often wonder if I made the right choice in just leaving, then I realize he probably wouldn’t be where he is today if I hadn’t have left. I know deep down my decision was selfish but I was only doing what I thought was right at the time. I
I turned back to the TV to see the 5 guys, known as One Direction, now being interviewed by some British reporter. The man asked them about their up-coming tour, Up All Night Tour I believe is what he called it. “So are you excited about your first tour?” the older man asked the 5 teenage boys who were sitting squished together on a small couch. The guys jumped up and began dancing around and shouting in excitement which obviously meant yes. “Now I understand you guys will be touring in the U.S as well, is that right?” The boys nodded in unison “So, are all of you excited to meet all the cute American girls?” he said wiggling he eye brows and winking. The one they called Liam spoke up, “Well I actually have a girlfriend, I’m not sure about the other guys. Though I do know Zayn dated an American girl for a while before we all auditioned for x-factor”. “Oh really now” the man leaned in now seeming very interested in what Zayn had do say, “Is this true?” Zayn smiled and nodded. “Well what was she like?” he asked him. Zayn paused for a moment, probably thinking about his answer, before speaking up, “She was perfect, her eyes, hair, personality, body, just everything about her was amazing” he said then grew quiet. “Well what happened with you two?” the reporter asking sympathetically. Zayn’s eyes glazed over with tears and he looked down before answering, “I made the mistake of letting her get away from me” a tear fell down his cheek and Harry put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. I hadn’t realized that Emma was still sitting wide eyed in front of the TV watching the interview. “Well Zayn, she seemed really important. So, can we at least get a name” he was quiet for a long time before responding to the man. “Yes, her name was…” I quickly pressed the button on the TV causing the screen to go black.
“Mommy!” my 3 year old whined obviously upset by action. “Don’t mommy me, it’s time to take bath and go to bed” I said picking her and carrying her upstairs.
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I put Emma to bed and went back downstairs to watch TV. When I turned the TV back on the interview was over but a lady was talking about getting tickets. I knew how much Emma loved the boys and their music and her 4th birthday was coming up in a few months so I would surprise her and get them as an early birthday present. I grabbed my laptop and went to the website to order them. They had “Ultimate VIP” packages for $350, She would get a whole bunch of merchandise, seats in the front row, and a meet and greet. It was really good deal and I couldn’t pass it up, I loved my little girl so I would just have to deal with seeing “him” again. I purchased the tickets then closed my laptop, turned the TV off, and went to bed
