Zain Malik. This dork. I met him when I was two. Back in '95 our parents thought it would be a good idea to make us friends. It wasn't.
When we were twelve he dared me to kiss him. I did. When we were fourteen, we were already locking up my door and having heated make out sessions.
He's not good. He's not bad. He's my best friend. He was my first kiss. He's my world. But he has some big dreams. And I'm afraid this might thore us apart.
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That's it. I hope you guys enjoy.
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Thanks to Taylor Swift for giving me inspiration, to you guys who are reading this (if there's someone reading), to Zayn Malik for being the amazing human being he is.
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