DSYLM | zayn malik fanfic

intro

AN: Hello readers! This is just going to be a light side endeavor apart from my main hoe "Dark Waters" all about Zayn Malik and [insert name here]. Yeah, so I haven't really decided her name yet, so if you'd like to give me any ideas, I'd love to hear them! 

Anyways, the following is just to outline the main currents that will be running throughout this little fanfiction. The rest of the fanfiction definitely won't be as dull as this intro, so feel free to completely ignore this part and go onto the first chapter. Anyways, enjoy!

I had the dream again.

I was standing at the edge of a cliff that dropped to a frothy blue sea below me. The wind whipped my hair around into a tangled mess but uncharacteristically, I didn't care. Instead, I was transfixed by the sight of the sun dipping under the horizon in an ecstasy of watercolor blues and pinks and oranges. After a few moments, I got the impression that there was someone behind me, and I quickly turned around to familiar eyes, hair, grin. I smiled.

And then it was all gone.

It's . . . always interesting having this dream. Have I ever enjoyed any of my many visits to the beach? No. I'm always bored to death by our tiny waves or frightened by the possibility of invisible riptides churning in the water. It's just the beauty of this imaginary event, the importance that this is just a fleeting impression, nothing more. 

The fact of the matter is I won't know what happens after I smile at that person behind me. If I did, I think I would destroy the entire point of the daydream, introducing realistic elements like response and movement and touch. 

I don't want it to advance that way.

So I'll just keep dreaming about this cliff, dreaming about this sun, dreaming about the person behind me. 

I guess.