Letters to Zayn

Chapter 11

Dear Zayn,

I want to remember you. I want to remember your scent, the warmth of your embrace. I wish for it more than I do of freedom. You have no idea how many scenerio's are running through my head, imaganing all the things I want and could say to you, though I probably won't. I imagine going to the beach with you.( That is if you are in a country that has a beautiful beach of course). I can already see us holding hands, walking down the beach, feeling warm sand caress our feet. Until we sit down to watch the sun disappear somewhere below the sea, your arm  on my shoulder, my head on yours. Everything so peaceful and beautiful.

  Maybe I would even tell you how much I love you and you would kiss me for the very first time.

I'll never forget the night of us texting while you were on tour. I can't remember what it was that I said, but you said that you wanted to kiss me. All I did was go silent, or maybe said goodnight. I am sure I couldn't fall asleed for at least a few more hours. I was freaked out. I never had a person in my life who cared for me so much. Not even my parents. I still fight with them all the time. That is knowing how little we actually talk since I left Bradford.

Talking about people who care. A lady called Margareth was the one who pickedd me up from the road and is now taking me home. I had to reassure her that I am alright and just need some rest. Oh, Zayn, I have so much I need to tell you! Hope to see you soon.

Love you loads,

Rebecca xxx

As soon as I get home I wil grab my laptop and contact Zayn. That is if all my stuff is still in the places where I left it. I will do whatever it takes to see him.

"Where did you say you live, Rebecca?" Margareth kindly asked.

"Bradford, you can let me out anywhere in the city and I will find my way home."

" Are you sure? It's no burdain for me to drive you straight to your house" I swear some people just have large hearts.

"Yes, don't bother, even if it is not a burdain to you, I'll be fine" I say smiling for the first time in such a long time.

It appears that I was actually kept somewhere in Wales, so it is a few hours drive back to Scotland. I've been asleep for most of the time, once I had woken up I asked Margo if I could take a sheet of paper from her notebook which was lying on the passenger's seat. Being the kind of person she is, she let me do that. I just had to write that letter, it does actually calm me down.

An hour later the woman let me out in the centre of Glasgow, I thank her as much as I can and move towards my flat . It takes me only 15 minutes walking and I am already unlocking the entrance to my home. One can only imagine the shocked look on my face when I open the door.