Thinking Of You (Zayn Malik)

III. Letting you go

III. 'How could I let myself let you go? Now the lesson was learned, I touched it I was burned. I wish I was looking into your eyes'

I swear I feel like I'm floating somewhere - above the clouds maybe? It's like my soul's having a journey in another dimension of this world. Okay, let me get you to the exact point.

It feels like I am dreaming. Wait. Am I dreaming? Can somebody slap me?

*Blag!*

"Ouch!" Geez, that hurts!

Wait. I was hurt? I felt it? Does that mean I am not dreaming?

"Maam, be careful" the man cautioned me, but it's too late. I already bumped my face at the glass door real hard, waking me up and telling me that everything is for real. Everything really did happen.

First, I saw Zayn but he didn't notice me. I actually run away the moment I realized that it was him. Gosh, why did I do that? I want to kill myself for not hugging him instead.

Second, the bosses of the recording company were impressed on my past records and told me that they would love to have me on the project. They actually wanted me to work with them when I graduate – Insane, right? Or should I say, AmaZAYN! Haha. I got that term from 1D's fans – cool, isn't it?

And...

Everyone...

Take.

A.

Deep.

Breathe.

Moments of silence please.

*sigh*

Lastly, but certainly not the least - I. MET. PERRIE. And she's damn gorgeous and friendly, it hurts! Gosh! Seriously! I can't believe it but I have to! We even got each other's number saved on our phones now.

How does that happen? Well, the music video that I'll be working on was for Little Mix's song 'Pretend It's Okay'. Gosh, of all their songs, why does it have to be that emotional one? I swear that song reminds me so much of Zayn, it's like that song was literally speaking to me. And of all the artists here in UK, why does it have to be Zayn's girlfriend's band I'll be working with.

What did I do to deserve this torture? I mean, when I continue to work with them, for sure, in one way or another I'll see Zayn... being with her.

I opened my apartment's door, glancing at the clock hanging across my small living room. It was already 10:30 in the evening, yet I still haven't eaten anything. I am so knackered and feeling so lonely, I wish my mom's here to cook dinner for me. In moments like this I always think of my family, our home and everything that surrounds it. I miss Bradford and all the people in it. I miss Zayn's mom – Trisha – the way she acts like my second mom and the way she always tease me about Zayn, she would always remind me that she knew Zayn and I would end up together since we were kids. I miss talking to Doniya –Zayn's oldest sister – she always gives me sisterly advice and shares everything about her past relationships, I've learned a lot from her. I also miss Waliyaa and Safaa, my happy and carefree days with them, I used to go outside with them and eat ice cream from the convenience store nearby. Mostly, I miss Zayn – the old him – the Bradford teenager living a simple life.

I wish when I go back there...I'll be with my Zainie. But I don't think that would still happen.

Oh god, when will I stop thinking about him. I whispered.

Meow.

"'Ello there Missy. How've you been? You miss me?"I said, caressing my cat's fluffy and furry skin.