Prologue

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Zayn Malik

"You just can't do enough for some people, I guess"

Zayn pressed 'Tweet' then  leant back against the headboard of his bed. He scrubbed his hand tiredly over the stubble on his face. He was so fed up. The media was full of his recent breakup with Perrie. Every single newspaper and celebrity magazine had exclusive "sources" who claimed to know the truth. None of it was accurate. Neither he nor Perrie was letting on what really happened behind closed doors.

His phone 'pinged" announcing he had  a reply to his tweet. He looked and saw that   Katy@Mennonitegurl  had responded. He smiled. Katy popped up quite a bit and always had the most insightful comments to make to his seemingly random tweets. He had been following her for some time but didn't think she had actually noticed. He loved creeping and seeing what she tweeted. She was unfailingly kind and always sent cheerful and supportive  tweets to those who were down, praise to those who had something good achieved and told everyone that they were beautiful no matter what they looked like. He read her reply.

"You do the best you can do at the time you do it and leave the rest to God"

Zayn smiled. It was the first real smile for months. He'd read Katy's Bio and found it interesting. She was from an Old Order Mennonite community but had recently left and was now shunned by her family. He had to Google it to find out and when he read that these communities shunned modern life and avoided technology he realised it would be a good place to hide away from the media while he got his head straight.

Zayn booked a flight out for tomorrow and then googled local accommodation in the area. There were a few Mennonite Guest houses run by the more modern of the community so he booked himself a room there. Feeling more settled, Zayn got up and started to pack. He was feeling a little sick but he hadn't been eating properly and his stomach had been churning from all the stress of the last few days. He zipped up his travel bag and when to look in the medicine cabinet for something to sooth his upset tummy before collapsing onto his bed and falling asleep.




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