How Great Love is (Zayn Malik Love Story)

Chapter 1

Mellisa’s POV.

“HURRY UP!” I heard my mum scream from downstairs, her voice eachoing through the hallway.

I was getting ready to go to school, although I wish I could of just laid in bed with my laptop and headphones all day and zone out, let all my stress free. But that was looking pretty unlikely today, I had two exams, back to back. How on earth do they expect us to survive sitting in a cold exam hall for three hours? Its ridiculous. 

I pulled on my school uniform, doing up the laces on my converse. I grabbed my bag and bolted out the front door, grabbing a slice of toast on my way out. I set off to Alex’s house who was about a five minute walk from mine.

“Heyy, be there in two minutes, just left mine xoxo” Almost instantly my phone vibrated with a reply from her. “Hey, okay come in for a bit. I got a surprise!!! xoxo” 

“Oh god” I muttered under my breathe, continuing my walk. Her surprises were always great, but recently her surprises were more for her, and I just went along with them. I arrived at her house, walked up the path and knocked on the door. After about a minute, I heard footsteps pounding towards the door, it flung open, and there she stood. All ready for school, with her blonde hair up in a pony tail, make up looking almost perfect, all apart from the dots of mascara around her eyes. With two mysterous tickets in her hand. She ushered me in, I walked on through to the living area, praying those tickets were for Ed Sheeran, she knows how obsessed I am with that man, not because I fancy him, but his music sends chills down my spine. He was a great artist, I listened to his music almost everyday, in hope that one day I would meet him, we’d fall inlove, get married and as he’d sing Kiss me for the rest of my life. However, that’s a little far fetched right?

She turned on her feet and looked at me with excitment in her face, her breathing alot faster than usual as she tried to spit out what she so desperatley wanted to tell me. “MY MUM BOUGHT US TICKETS TO SEE ONE DIRECTIONS UP ALL NIGHT TOUR AT THE O2! AND THEN MEET AND GREET AFTER! FOR TONIGHT” I screamed, to act greatfull but inside I wasnt all that bothered, I mean Alex is obsessed with them, I could see why, they were attractive, but I wasnt all that interested in them. I mean I cant even remember half their names. But none the less I agreed to go.

So off we went, to do our usuall Monday routine at school. I got into school, sitting at my desk in form whilst Alex had a fangirling session with my teacher, yes, you heard right, my teacher. Ms Harper loved One Direction, you’d mistake her for a fifteen year old fan girl if it wasn’t for the fact she had wrinkles. The first three hours were taken up by my English and Maths exam, after it was all done, I just was glad to get out of the hall. we had an extended lunch break because of how long we were in the Exam hall for, although this was taken up by Alex telling every female she came into contact with that we were going to see One Direction. We continued with the rest of our day before exiting the school gates and entering the sweet smell of freedom. As we walked to my house to grab my things before heading to Alex’s to get ready for the night.

Zayn’s POV.

Today, is not my day. I woke up with a headache, the pain thumping away at my temples. To be honest I just want to get back in bed and sleep. But we have a show tonight to prepare for, as soon as I get back, I’m sleeping! I’m so tired its unreal, but our fans need us. I dont know why I feel so down today, it just feels like somethings missing, like I’m empty. The boys noticed, they kept coming up to me asking if I was ok. Reminding me that I wasn’t looking myself. But I couldn’t tell them what was wrong, because the truth is I dont know myself? The trip to rehearsles was quiet, I sat in the back on my own, watching the world zoom past, watching people perform their daily routines, wondering what it was like to have their lives for a day, where walking the dog was possible without a picture of it being in the paper the next day. I didnt even laugh when Niall farted. Which normally has me in stitches, instead I just.. stared, right out the window. I knew that nothing was going to brighten my mood today, I was just too down.