Thinking Of You (Zayn Malik)

II. Niall, Elounor, Harry then...him

II. ' How do I get better once I had the best. You said there's tons of fish in the water, so the water's I will test'

I cross the street with some of girl teenagers wearing shirts, under their thick jackets, with One Direction's faces on them. Man, they are literally everywhere. The girls are walking down the same direction as me, they seemed excited for something. I watched them giggling, and talking non-stop about their idols, I even heard them mention his name. I subconsciously smiled as I recognize Zayn's eyes printed on the brunette girl's shirt – those perfect captivating hazel brown eyes. Under it was something that says 'Future Mrs. Malik'. Yeah... if I was on this girl's shoes, I would also wear a shirt like hers. Or maybe even something like 'ZAYN'S ONLY MINE' in all caps.

Funny it is that the seventeen year old boy whom I used to call mine was now a massive dream for these girls to meet. I suddenly feel like wanting to tell them everything about him.

I wish I could let them know that there is more of Zain Javadd Malik than what the media was saying about him. They actually know less than a half of what he really is. He was a boy with so much insecurities yet he's strong enough to prove that he can surpass everything, even his weaknesses. His vanity was his own way of appreciating all that he has , it's not something bad, otherwise it was his unique way of taking care of himself and of all the things he love. Sometimes he tends to be a really mysterious lad, that's when he's thinking through things before making a move. He wanted all his actions to be not that perfect, but at least, puts everything at a better place. You'll find him reading books and sleeping everywhere, not because he's lazy, but because he worked hard on something that day. He's a very loving son and brother, he takes care of his family more than he does to himself.

Lastly, he loves me so much he doesn't want anyone, especially his pop star life, to hurt me. That's why he made me believe that letting each other go is what's best. I don't even know how I let myself believe in him or what even possessed me to understand that this was his own way of protecting me from all the pain. He knew that the media would just tear us more apart, his fans would just send me hate, that's why he wanted us to just remain friends and that I should trust him in this. He told me that his fame would eventually fade, but the way he felt for me never will. That's why  even if we both didn't say it out loud, I know that we're both hoping that someday -when the time's perfect – we'll be back in each other's arms again.

"Annaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" my friend- Ivy- gleefully shouts my name and literally jumps at  me, making a scene on the whole café. She hugged the life of me not caring about the curious glances around us. "Omg! Guess who came and ordered macchiato from me earlier this morning." She said, almost squealed in sheer excitement.

"Who?" I giggled, putting my bartender's apron.

"Niall!"

"Niall?" does she mean...

"Yes! Niall Horan! My husband!" she kind of hushed a bit when she noticed a couple of girls starring daggers at her. "I – I mean, you know. From One Direction? Oh gosh, it feels like a dream!" she whisper-shouted, only enough for the both of us to hear.

Of course, I know it. One Direction. Niall Horan was in it, together with him and three other talented lads.

Wait. Does that mean they're just somewhere near this Starbucks's  I'm working in? Does that mean One Direction is somewhere around this place and anytime I might see one of them. I might see Zayn.

"Hey, Anna. You're spacing out again. Gosh. You okay?"

I just nodded. A sudden feeling of rush and excitement came filling me in. Like a bucket of cold water has been poured over me.