Back In Bradford- Zayn Malik Love Story

Chapter 1

As I give him his last hug from me before he leaves, a tear escapes my eye. Let me explain, Zayn Malik is my best friend, we've knew each other for nearly 15 years, we met at nursery, and ever since then, we have never been separated, we've always stuck like glue, no matter what, but we're being separated today, and I probably won't see him for maybe two or three years, he's such a good singer, and he's gorgeous, everyone will love him, he's obviously going to get in, become the best singer in the world and then come back to Bradford and won't even know who I am. I have a slight crush on him, only the slightest. But who cares...Another tear leaves my eye as I felt the need to speak.

"I don't want you to forget me, because I'll never ever, ever forget you" I start but I couldn't continue.

His eyes met with mine and shiver went down my spine.

"I will never in a million years forget you, I couldn't do that to you and I couldn't do that to myself, when I come back you will still be my, sweet, amazing, funny, loving, beautiful, childish, stupid, mental bestfriend" he said with a slight smile.

I laughed a bit, but not much.

"Why am I stupid ?" I ask.

He just laughed.

"Flight 136 please make your way to your waiting room, your flight leaves in about 5 minutes" the womens voice said through the microphone.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye" I began before regretting what I said.

"No, don't say that, there will never be a goodbye with us two, nothing can tear us apart, remember?, we will always be bestfriends, and that will never change, okay ?". He said.

"Okay, Zayn I Love You" I said taking a deap breath.

"I love you too babe, I gotta get on the plane now okay?" he said.

"Oh,Yeah, have fun" I said.

He started laughing.

"Okay, well i'll hopefully see you soon love" he started.

"Yeah, I'll be here" I say positivly.

We both hug, nearly killing each other, and making it hard to breath.

"Bye, love you so much, don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone, and no boyfriends until I've checked them out" he said.

You may think he is kidding but he isn't. Honestly.

"Bye, love you even more, no promises" I said winking and now having a few tears fall from my face, but laughing at the same time.

Well that's it, the last time I'll see Zayn, my bestfriend for the next 3 years maybe even 4. Seeing him walk onto that plane I had this feeling that he was no longer my bestfriend or my brother, he was a stranger to me now, and as soon as I seen the plane lift off from the ground, I went home afterwards and it made me go straight into some sort of depression.

I am in depression.

It isn't good, it isn't healthy. I used to text Zayn everyday and Call him everyday and facetime, skype, snapchat, instagram, facebook, tweet, anything that I could talk to Zayn on, I was on it. But after about a year and a half (which is now) I lost all contact with him, his twitter was no where, facebook, gone instagram, away everything I was using to communicate with him, was away. And I didn't know what to do. All I have is my aunt and my uncle.

My mum, she ran away when I was 5 months old, I don't have a clue where she is now. My dads been in jail like 4 times and he's still in jail now but, Zayn was the only one I could talk to about it and it's all gone, talking with Zayn is all gone.

But I am a normal girl. Kinda. I'm nearly an adult. But I don't think I deserve this. I do get bullied a lot, because of my family past, and yes, it does bother me, but only a little. I often get called a slut and a whore, and that me and my dad sell drugs and I take drugs and things, but I don't.

Once again I'm just a normal girl. My name is Kimberly Reid, and I'm 17 years old, I live in Bradford, with my aunt and uncle. I am in high school, I'm going into my last year before I go off to collage. And when I was around 13 maybe 14 I started to cut myself, I know it's a bad decision. But I didn't mean it, and it felt good. I mean my mum, let's just say she's left me, my dad, he's in jail, so he's left me aswell, even when he comes out he's back in his house for about 3 months and boom ! He's in jail again. I used to live with my gran and papa, but they both passed away about 2 years ago in a car accident.

But Zayn has helped me through everything. He helped me to stop cutting myself, only like last year and I haven't ever did it again. And I did have thoughts about suicide, but Zayn came to the rescue, he helped me. But now, he can't help me. And I'm on my own