Talking To The Moon [z.m.]

1: Forget Forever

* 3 1/2 Years Later *

Zayn's POV

I impatiently waited as the cop unlocked the handcuffs that irritated and hurt my skin.

Fuck the cops and their damn security.

"Remember, Malik," The annoying cop spoke but I didn't care to listen. I knew he was going to give me the 'if you make another crime you'll be back here and serving more time' speech shit.

I knew how bad the consequences were now that I served my time in this fucking piece of shit and I for sure didn't wasn't planning on coming back unless it was worth it. For her.

My beat thumped at the thought of her. I knew I needed to relax because in a couple of hours I was going to see my angel again after hell without her.

After so many damn years here, I never knew how much you can miss someone. And how annoying and boring it was to be here. Nope, never coming back here again.

Apart from being stuck with these fucking idiots, you'd think that it'd be cool to hang out with these criminals but in reality they were all so annoying and pathetic. All they do is brag about the crime they made that got them here.

Either raping, stealing, or killing. They were the most common ones. But even though you'd think they were badasses, they were actually a bunch of idiots.

I remember they'd always try to start shit with me or they'd try to get me into one of theirs plans of escaping that totally got them caught each time.

Never was I going to be around those losers ever again.

"Go to the desk." The cop ordered after he released my hands.

I walked over to the desk where the chief cop sat to release criminals after they paid their time for their crimes.

The chief looked over what I think were my documents but I was too damn lazy to check. It was obvious he was just scanning through instead of reading but I didn't wanna start shit right when I was going to leave.

Like I said, I wasn't planning on coming back.

"Well Malik," Why the fuck can't they just call me Zayn? It's not hard to pronounce, dickhead. "After serving your three and a half years here, I am glad to say you are free."

"But," He held a finger up before I could leave and run far from here. "I hope you learned from your mistakes and don't plan on coming back. There are better options than coming here."

"Well I can guarantee that that won't fucking happen." I spoke. "Not in your wildest dreams."

The chief grinned at me before opening the gate that separated the jail and the exit. "Have a happy life, Zayn."

I nodded before passing through the gate and opening the door.

Freedom.

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I passed through the streets as I took in everything. It was about six in the afternoon and July so it was pretty hot.

Thankfully, the wind was blowing through my face, hair, body.

Sadly they didn't have any hair cut salon in the jail though I didn't expect them to but hey, it couldn't kill ya. We all need a haircut sometime, especially since you've been stuck for almost four years.

Apart from my hair, I've been growing a beard that I really want to shave off at the moment. I can't help but want to look perfect for her, like the old Zayn she used to love and hopefully still loves me now.

As I passed through the stores, I looked for a hair salon. Luckily they had given me my belongings back so I had some cash in my wallet.

On the other hand, my phone was fucking dead so I couldn't call anyone to pick me up.

I finally saw a store that said 'Bella's Beauty Salon.' It was something I'd roll my eyes over but hey, I was desperate to get all this unnecessary hair off my face.

The door rang as I opened it and immediately all eyes were on me. All women. Some were getting a hair cut, getting their hair wet, or were in those tanks where you dry your hair off.

I blankly ignored their stares and sat on an empty seat in front of a mirror.

A young lady, possibly twenty, walked over to me and had a nervous stare on her face. Probably wondering if I was from the jail since it was close to here.

"Hi, how may I help you?" She stuttered.

I tried not to roll my eyes at how scared she was and succeeded. "I want my hair shorter, just don't take off the quiff."

She liked the quiff. I remember one afternoon when she complimented me on it.

"Just make it shorter. And I want this," I gestured to the beard. "Off."

She nodded and grabbed the supplies she would need and started on my new look.

I just hope she'll like it.

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"And... Done."

I looked at myself in the mirror and grinned. The sides of my head were shaven off, the quiff was still there, and I was fresh faced.

No doubt she'll love it.

I turned back to the girl who looked frightened for my reaction. I quickly took out a twenty from my wallet and handed it to her. "Keep the change, thank you." I said before leaving the store.

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As I walked through the city streets, I thought, If I'm looking fresh faced and with a hair cut, why not buy some new clothes so I can look even better for when I see her?

I liked the idea and quickly got into a cool store to buy some new clothes. It was almost eight so I needed to hurry up. I couldn't take being away from her any longer. It's been four years without seeing her beautiful face.

I got the first things I saw and thought that were good to wear and quickly bought them before going into a changing room and changing into them.

As soon as I stepped out from the store, I threw my raggy old clothes into a nearby trash can.

What I now wore was a grey shirt, black leather jacket, black pants, and black boots. Typical me look.

I held my hand out for a taxi and quickly got in one when it stopped to the side of the road.

"Directions?" The old taxi driver asked as he pulled back on to the road.

"Downtown." I said before asking him, "Can I burrow your phone? Mine's dead and I need to call a friend."

"I won't fucking steal it." I rolled my eyes after he didn't say anything.

He reached down into his pocket and pulled out his phone before handing it to me.

I dialed Harry's number and impatiently waited as the phone rang and rang until he finally answered.

"Look Amy, I already told you I'm sorry for spilling my cup down your bra, I was drunk okay?" He said.

"It's me you douchebag." I laughed.

"Zayn?" He asked.

"The one and only."

"What the hell? You're out already?" He asked surprised.

"No shit." I just really wanted to know where she was. "Now, where is she?"

"Who?"

"Who do you fucking think you idiot?"

"Damn," I heard him scoff. "Someone sure had an attitude change."

"Blame it on the jail hell." I said. I could see the taxi driver looking at me through the review mirror.

"I bet."

"Yeah, now tell me, where is she?" I asked again.

Harry sighed. "She's living in an apartment in Rose Road. It's apartment number seventeen."

"Alright." I gave the driver the directions and he nodded as he drove to the destination. "Has Louis been taking care of her?"

"Yeah, he visits her at least twice a week although she's really annoyed by it." Harry said.

"Why? She knows I want her to be safe." I thought.

"She wants to be independent. She doesn't want someone to take care of her anymore. Believe me when I say this but she's changed. A lot. She's not the same girl you used to know." He explained.

"Yeah, whatever." I didn't believe him. "Listen, I'll call you later when I have my phone charged. I'm here so I'm going to go see her. Bye Harry."

"Bye Zayn. And remember she's not the same-" He began to say but it was too late because I had already hung up.

I quickly gave the driver his phone back along with the money and climbed off the car before heading to the apartment buildings where my love was waiting.

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"What do you mean I can't fucking go in?!" I yelled furiously.

"I'm sorry sir but you're not in the guest list." The desk attendant said but I wasn't buying any of that shit.

"I came here to see my damn wife and you're telling me I can't see her?!"

"Like I said, I'm sorry sir but I'm afraid I can't let you pass." He apologized but I didn't care.

I was so close to beating the shit out of him but I didn't want to go back to jail again and have to be away from her any longer.

Instead, I exited the apartment building and thought of another way to get in.

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I finally got to the window and opened it quietly since it was passed ten thirty and I didn't want to wake anyone up.

After so long, I finally found the apartment number and came in after making a rope out of leaves.

Jail really does teach you something besides that you're stuck with idiots and that you definitely don't want to go back.

In front of me was the living room where there was a couch and a TV in front of it and right next door, was a small kitchen.

I quietly stepped through the living room but stopped when I saw framed pictures.

I examined one that had a beautiful girl in a red coat on her graduation day, smiling at the camera while holding red roses and a bunch of balloons.

I continued to look through many of them that sat on the furniture.

Birthdays, vacations, beaches.

I was about to look at another until
I heard a cry from the room on the left.

I quietly went to check to see what it was but before I saw who, I heard someone get up from the room to the right and headed this way.

Before I could get caught, I hid into the closet next to the bed and waited until I could hear something else.

"Shh.." I heard a female voice say as I heard her sit on the bed.

I quietly opened one of the sliding doors and peaked through to see who it was.

The female had her back to me and was holding something in her arms... A kid.

"Sh, everything's going to be okay." She said as she rocked herself and the kid back and forth on the bed.

"I had the same dream mummy." The little boy cried into her arms as she continued to rock themselves back and forth. "He was taking you away from me, the bad guy was taking you away from me."

"Nobody's taking me away from you, Alex. I'm here to stay with you forever." She whispered as he started to calm down.

"Promise?" He whimpered.

"Promise." She said.

Silence overtook everything and all I did was stare at the scene before me.

The female was hugging the kid close to her chest as she tried to get him to fall asleep but apparently that didn't help.

"Can you sing me your favorite song that I like, mummy?" The little boy asked her.

"Of course." She immediately said. I could tell she was tired by the way she spoke, and badly wanted him to go to sleep.

"I know you're somewhere out there," She sang. "Somewhere far away, I want you back, I want you back.."

Wait a minute.

"My neighbors think I'm crazy but they don't understand,
You're all I had,
You're all I had,
At night when the stars light up my room,
I sit by myself,
Talking to the moon,
Trying to get to you,
In hopes you're on the other side,
Talking to me too,
Or am I a fool?
Talking to the moon.."

This song was familiar.

"I'm feeling like I'm famous,
The talk of the town,
They say I've gone mad,
Yeah I've gone mad,
But they don't know what I know,
Cause when the sun goes down,
Someone's talking back,
Yeah they're talking back,
At night when the stars light up my room,
I sit by myself,
Talking to the moon,
Trying to get to you,
In hopes you're on the other side,
Talking to me too,
Or am I a fool?
Talking to the moon.."

This was our song.

Hers and mine.

"Do you ever hear me calling?
Cause every night I'm talking to the moon,
Still trying to get to you,
In hopes you're on the other side,
Talking to me too,
Or am I a fool?
Who sits alone talking to the moon.."

"I know you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away.." She sang.

By the time she was done, there were light snores coming from the little boy and I could see her smile.

She quietly kissed his forehead. "I love you my little Alex." She said before getting up and walking out of the room.

When I thought it was clear, I came out of the closet and exited the room but not before staring back at the little boy sleeping on the bed.

It was dark so I couldn't see his face but I did notice that he had jet black hair, somehow like mine.

I smiled at him before walking out and through the living room.

She's probably in the bathroom, I thought as I was beginning to step out the window but not until I heard someone call me.

"So you're just going to leave again and not plan on saying good bye?"

I looked back and realized who the female was.

Faith.

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A/N

Yay for first chapter!!!!!

Who's happy? I am!!!!!!

Lol, so what'd you think?

Do you like this Zayn?
(Sorry for the cussing but he's changed after being in jail for so long and he's like this now...)

Who's the little boy?

Hmmm.....