My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

Prologue

I kept staring his eyes until a gang of tears trudged mine. He stood there, hopeless of my reaction. I could feel the warmth, the desperation and the need of him into my incomplete draft of life. He headed forward and I closed my eyes. His every step made my eyes fringed with tears. I felt a hand touch mine. I felt it and I swear I felt it. His fingers intervened mine.
"Jess.. he whispered. Love is pain, we can do it again."
I stood there, waiting for life to tell me it wasn't a dream or it wasnt another trap I was going to be a part of. The next thing I know, his shirt got wet. Wet of my tears.