You & I

Chapter 1

*FLASHBACK*

"Daddy! Daddy! Can we please get on that roller coaster!" I yelled while we were walking towards the concession stand right next to the entrance of the roller coaster I wanted to ride. I didn't want food at the moment. All I wanted to do was ride that roller coaster. I wish my mom and brother were here right now. But apparently

my brother is "too young" to ride any roller coasters. I don't remember where they went, but what does it matter? I'm going to ride this roller coaster any moment now.

This roller coaster was huge! There was a great big bear on it! I think its called " The Great Bear" anyway. It looked very intimidating, but I was a tough girl, I know I can get through this. And it wasn't your normal sit down roller coaster that had the carts. It was those fancy ones where you sit down and your legs dangle from it. There were also big loops that made you go upside down. I couldn't wait!

"Well Lola? Are you ready for this? Are you sure you want to ride this? I mean I think ama be scared too!" My dad said in his thick Italian/New York accent.

"I'm sure daddy. I mean, remember when you and Uncle Giuseppe said that I'm a 'tough girl'? I know I can do this" I reach up to give my dad a high five.

"Don't forget though my little cannoli, you can back down no matter what, just make sure before you do, you tried your hardest to achieve it, okay?" He almost said in a whisper and I never forgot those words. Ever.

My father and I have been waiting in line for what sees like an eternity. There was this guy and boy in front of us in line. While eavesdropping to them talking, I noticed they weren't from around here. My father and I weren't either but their accent sounded so much different. It sounded amazing. Soon, I forgot about every little thing when I noticed it was our turn to get on. I noticed my heart started beating and my palms were getting moist. Why am I getting nervous for? I'm the one who asked for it. Im the "tough girl"

There I was, sitting, waiting for everybody to get on. My father and I had to take a seat next to the guy and his son who wasn't from around here. My dad made me sit next to the black haired boy so I could be in the middle. I just sat there waiting. Waiting for the roller coaster to go like a rocket launching into space.

"What's your name?" the boy with the funny accent asked me.

"Lola, Lola Martino. What about yours?" I shyly asked while raising my eyebrows awaiting his answer.

"My name is Zayn Malik. How old are you? Are you excited for the ride? Cause I'm actually nervous." He said a little shaky. His accent was very interesting though. I couldn't stop wondering where he was from.

"I'm kind of nervous too actually, but I'm a tough 8 year old girl. So I have nothing to worry about." I replied with a confident tone even though I felt millions of butterflies in my stomach.

"You don't look so tough though. Its probably cause you're only 8. I bet you're going to scream" Zayn actually thought I wasn't tough. What a jerk. I bet he's not going to be any better then me.

"Oh yeah? Well you're going to scream too. And you don't look that big anyways" I teased him ad stuck my tongue out.

"I'm only 9, but I'm a boy and I'm definitely tougher than you." He answered back with a cocky smirk on his face. That just got me more angry. I wanted to prove him wrong. But before I could even say anything the intercom came to life and shut me up before I could make a sound.

All of the sudden the ride started to move. My hand went straight to Zayn's hand. And his went to mine. We gave each other a look like we were going to die. Here goes nothing.

I'm sure my hair looked like a rats nest by the time the ride came to a stop. I noticed I was still holding Zayn's hand. Zayn must've noticed too because he quickly released his hand from mine. It actually felt quite good to have his hand, they were very soft and fluffy feeling.

It was time to get off the ride and we walked out together with our fathers. They happen to get along pretty well. Zayn started running towards this booth. I followed him right after and saw a picture that that caught both our parents and ours reaction. It was so fascinating. I never thought a picture could be amazing. How my father looked like he saw a monster and how you can see every crinkle on his nose. The details were just breath taking. I wanted that picture so bad. My little feet carried me over to my father and I just kept on tugging on his purple button down shirt till I got his attention.

" What do you want Lola?"

"Can we please get that picture daddy? Please?"

"I don't know sweetheart, its just a picture does it really matter?"

"Yes it does daddy please!?" I asked the last time. When it came to begging stuff from my father he always would get me what ever it was. But I knew better then to act spoiled. He finally walked over to the booth and he asked for two pictures. Why? My thoughts were answered when he gave the first picture to Zayn. He whispered something in his ear which meant he was telling him a secret. I knew better then to ask my father what he whispered. He started walking towards me with the picture in his hand and I was just too excited.

"Now, before I give you the picture, what do you need to say to me?" My father asked in a very serious tone.

"Thank you daddy! Thank you so much!" I yelled and gave him my biggest hug ever.

"You're welcome sweetie, anything for you." He said returning my hug. "Okay, now you need to go say bye to Zayn. Its time to go home, okay?" He told me and I was kind of disappointed. I wish I could stay longer and be with Zayn because he was actually a very good friend in a way. Even though I just met him today. I walked over to him and hugged him without saying anything. Zayn hugged me back tightly.

"It was nice meeting you Lola." Zayn said into my ear without breaking the hug.

"Same with you Zayn. I will never forget you."

"Don't worry, I wont either. I hope we'll see each other again."

"I'm sure we will." I whispered and let go. We waved at each other one more time and went our separate ways. I know I wont forget him. I know I will see him one day again. And I cannot wait for that day.

*End of Flashback*