I Will Never Forget You (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 1

Hay. Ok. This is my first fanfic so it's probs gonna be horrible but I well. Worth a shot!!

Samantha and Zayn have been going out for a while now. But there are some problems. Zayn is busy at work and Samantha is busy with school. They hardly ever have time for each other. Will this work out? Read and find out!!

P.S I want feedback!!

Chapter 1.

Samantha P.O.V

I sat on the couch. Waiting. Waiting for Zayn. It was Thursday. Movie night. Tonight we were supposed to be watching The Identity Theif. Zayn and I love funny movies like that. But he was not here. It was 6:08 pm. We always start movie night at 5:15 pm.

The tradition came from when we first met. We were at a movie theater. The movie was Casablanca. It was showing at a movie theater in London and since it is one of my all time favorite movies, I just had to go.

The movie started at 5:15 pm on Thursday July 30. I couldn't wait to go. When I walked into the theater, I saw him. He was sitting there. In the first row. His black hair all messy but sexy. His worn leather jacket gave a tough but warm look. And his golden brown eyes.....

Zayn Malik

In the movie theater music was playing. Not just any music, 5:15 by Bridget Mendler. My favorite song at the time.

"5:15 not minute more. Waiting for the knock on my door. 5:15 not a minute more. Waiting for the waves on my shore.

And at 5:15 if your not with me. You can catch me in the next city.

Never knew you meant that much to me, until 5:15"

I sighed at the memory. Also because the song now describes our relationship. I buried my head in my knees. I couldn't take this anymore. Zayn and I have been growing apart.

I have collage to worry about and he has his work being a member of the famous boy band, One Direction, to worry about. We were growing apart and I had to face it. Tears stung my eyes. Things just weren't right with us anymore.

I heard the lock to the apartment we shared click. "Zayn?" I whispered. The door swing open and there was Zayn. "Hey baby. Sorry I'm late. Niall and I had to stay late and finish up some songs for the new album. Are you excited for it or what!?"

I put on the best smile that I had under the circumstances I was under. I did my best to look happy an positive. "Yeah. Of course I am!" I said with false enthusiasm. But Zayn and I have been dating for 4 years. He could see through my facade.

"Babe whats wrong?" He whispered and he dropped his duffle bag and walked over to the couch where I was sitting. Zayn sat down and put his hand on my shoulder. I started crying.

"Oh babe. I'm sorry if you are upset about me being late. I just couldn't make it. How bout I make it up to you and bc extra early next week?"

I still cried. "Zayn. I. No. It's fine. I'm just a little sad because I'm not seeing you as often as I would like" I mumbled through tears. "I'm going to bed" and at that I got up and walked into the bedroom we shared and crawled under the sheets to cry to myself.

Zayn P.O.V

I sat on the couch. Watching the crying Samantha walk to out bedroom. She had been acting really strange lately. She doesn't speak as much as she use to. I hardly ever see her crack a smile. Even when I bring out D.J Malik. She uses to crack up at that. Now I'm lucky if I even get a small mouth twitch.

Samantha also used to love spending time with me and the boys. She used to come to the club with us, go out to eat with us (mostly at Nandos because of Niall) and she used to love hearing is sing and play music. Now the only place that she ever goes out to is her classes, the grocery store, the mall, and occasionally the library.

Samantha was depressed. And it for sure didn't take Einstein to figure THAT out.

It's just I don't know why. Sure I have been a little busy with work. But we still spend time together.

I sigh and get up. I walk into the kitchen, open the fridge and grab a beer. I know it sounds corney but beer always gets me through tuff times.

I pop open the bottle with a bottle opener and lift the bottle to my mouth.

The light brown liquid flows into my mouth. I take a big gulp and put the bottle down. Ahhhh. Beer always makes me feel better.

I set the bottle down on the counter and opened the fridge again. I pulled out leftovers from last nights pizza and sat down at the small dining table in our kitchen. I started to eat the cold pizza. It reminded me of when Samantha and I got back from our vacation in Hawaii last year and we ordered pizza but when we got the pizza it was cold.

I liked back then. It was a much simpler time. We were happy.

I don't know what happened over the last year but I don't like it.

I finish up my cold pizza and beer and clean up. I then go into the small bathroom off of the kitchen. The bathroom has a shower. The water in it doesn't get very hot but I don't want to use the shower in Samantha and I's bedroom in fear of waking her. What's worse then a depressed Samantha is a cranky and sleep deprived Samantha.

I strip my clothes and throw them on the floor. I turn on the shower and step in. The water is ice cold but I don't care.

I need to wash the sweat a grim from the day off.

I stand there in the icy cold rain as it drips of my hair.

I pull the shampoo bottle out of the hanging rack in the shower.

I squirt some in my hand and run it through my hair.

The the apple smell gives me a fresh clean feel.

My mind drifts back to Samantha.

And so I stand there.

In an ice cold shower.

With bubbles in my hair and slowly dripping down my face.

As I think about her.

All the memories we shared.

All the movie nights we had together.

And now. It was slowly slipping away from me.

Like the water going down the drain in my ice cold shower.

If I don't put a stop to it soon.

It may be gone forever.

P.S my format is a little strange so the big blank space just ignore bc Idk what happened.