I Will Never Forget You (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.


Samantha P.O.V



I hear Zayn open a beer. That means he is stressed. I sit up. I can't cry anymore or else I will get dehydrated. So I quietly slip into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror above the sink.

My face is all red and blotchy. I have mascara buggers under my eyes and I have a snot bubble in my nose.

Ugh.

I turn the faucet on to a low trickle so Zayn can't hear. I get a washcloth and clean my face. Now with all the salty tears, snot, and makeup gone i just look plain tired.

I turn off the faucet and go back into our bedroom where I pull out a pair of sweats and an old worn t-shirt. I change cloths and slip back into bed.

But I can't sleep.

No

Not with my relationship with Zayn at risk. I love him. I can't lose him. He is the only thing i have.

My parents were in a car crash when I was 10. I lived with my aunt in New York until I was 17. I hated that woman so much. Every night she would some home with another man. She only would care about herself and money. As long as I had good grades and behaved in school she let me do whatever I wanted. When I was 16 I made a D in math (never my vest subject).She was furious. My aunt grounded me for a 6 months. When I turned 17 I had a chance to put and ocean between me and that woman by moving to the U.K and going to collage there. Of course I took it. I stared collage soon after I turned 18. That was about the time I met Zayn in the movie theater. We instantly feel in love. I didn't make any friends (accept Niall, Louis, Liam, and Harry. Zayn's band mates) because Zayn and I were always together.

We never really fought. Just small disagreements. Back then I thought this was perfect. Until One Direction, the band Zayn was in, became really famous. Hordes of girls every where. Before I knew it I was getting hate. I don't know why. Hating their girlfriends aren't gonna make them like you even more. I was able to ignore most of it. A few months later Zayn and I went on a 3 week vacation after his UAN tour. It was magical. I smiled thinking of kissing Zayn under the Palm Trees. And all the swimming we did. I sighed. Those were the good times. And then Zayn got super busy with the next album. I didn't see him as much because he was always at work. By then I had been in collage for a year now and I need to really focus.

Now we are here. On the last threads of our relationship. But I don't think Zayn knows that though. That is the problem.

He knows that we are in trouble. But he doesn't know why. I need to see him more. We need to take another trip like we did when we went to Hawaii. Maybe after his TMH tour we could do that again sometime.

Yes..... That would be nice.....

A smile stretched across my face as i thought about taking another trip with Zayn.

And still with that smile on my face, I drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.


Zayn P.O.V


I turned the shower off and stepped out. The air felt warm compared to the icy water of the shower. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I flicked the bathroom light off and stepped out into the kitchen. The apartment was dark and quiet. I checked the wall clock 10:04pm. Well I guess no movie night tonight. I padded across the hardwood floor to the bedroom door.

I silently pushed it open. I glanced in. Samantha was on her back. Her breathing was slow. She was asleep. Then i noticed a small smile on her face.

That smile.

The one that made her blue eyes shine.

The one that gave her small dimples.

The one that could end world hunger.

The one that meant she was happy

The smile that made me smile

Samantha Claire Dunins' smile.

I couldn't help but smile back. I had no idea what made her smile but i silently thanked it for letting me see her smile again. I tip-toed across the floor and found some underwear. I dropped the towel and slipped the black Calvin Cliens on. I then slid into bed next to Samantha. Her copper blonde hair was spread out all around her. She looked amazing as always. I gave Samantha a peck on the cheek lay down next to her. I then slipped into a nightmare filled sleep.



Authors note: ok. So . I know that this is a little depressing so far but i promise that it WILL get happier. And I PROMISE that Samantha will not end up committing suicide or cutting or something like that. -Alexa