The Loner

Chapter 5:

Putting the books away in the library I felt like I were in my one and only home. I loved being around books and being around the people who read them. My boss is pretty much like my second mother. She is always here for me whenever I was depressed and really needed a good cry on someone's shoulder. I could tell her anything that was on my mind. I knew everything about that library. If anybody was looking for a certain genre or even a style of book, I could search exactly what they were looking for.

I've been saving my money for years. Putting it in a savings account that my parents don't know about. While working at the library I make at least $12.50 an hour. Which isn't bad in my opinion. I'm hoping to one day move away from the horrid place. I hate it. Right now, that's my only goal in life. To move away.

I dragged the large cart overflowing with books around to the places I needed to be put away. The books were all separated into piles from non-fiction, to mystery. I loved being organized. I felt that if I were organized, I had some control over the way my life went. Putting the books away I was in my own little world, and I liked it.

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Zayn and I were sitting on a bench in a lonely park all by ourselves. He was holding my hand, my hand on top. We were sitting so close, I could almost feel the heat radiating off of his muscular body. I was happy and warm inside of my heart. I loved the feeling. The surroundings around me were familiar, like I've seen them before. London. I knew I'd seen if on the Internet. I thought the park was absolutely stunning. The trees were swaying in the wind, and the birds were happily chirping back and forth to each other.

I glanced at Zayn for a second or two. He looked perfect the way the sunlight glistened in his eyes and spread all across his beautiful face. He looked back at me. Happiness in his eyes. He scooted closer, coming closer to my face. He closed his eyes and leaned in. I did the same. His kiss was firm and warm. The sense spread throughout my body, a good one. He held the back of my neck, playing with my hair. I held my arms around his head, also playing with his soft hair. He pulled away. He looked at me grasping my hand. "Sam! Sam! Sam!" He yelled.

I shook my head, blinking. Mrs. Wilson was shaking my shoulders gently repeating my name. "Sam! I think you were daydreaming! It's time for you to go home. Great job at work today also."

"Oh my," I said "I didn't realize how late it had gotten. I'll be on my way home soon. Bye Mrs. Wilson."

I put away the cart now empty of books and grabbed by backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I slowly got in my truck and slid the key in starting the engine.