My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

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'Your value doesn't decrease based on someone's inability to see your worth'

Listen to Cold Water by Major Lazer feat. Justin Bieber
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Zayn POV
Another one of a hypnotising hour passed. I had time as my biggest antagonist right now. It has always been though. It can make you as useless as you think of yourself after a bad day. Maybe because it didn't cooperated with me when I was struggling with the inexplicable hours of a tragic event. It crawled too fast for me to blink an eye on. I watched as Jess licked her lips and nodded her head approvingly.
'This is heaven..' She spoke in addtion to a dramatic eye close.
I smiled at her or the way she appreciates something so insignificant.

'Yeah? I raised my eyebrow and the courage to feel more of her amusing reaction.

'Oh yeah. Absolutely. It just made me forget I had a diet to get work on'.
She pointed towards the little left overs swept up by frost.

'Alright. But you don't like those people?'

'Those people?'

'Like people who get agitated by a single increase in their weight or those who pretend infront of everyone the way they hate themselves or thos..'

'I GET IT. I mean you have some serious wave of haterd against healthy people'

'Seriously? How come are they healthy. It's like calling a man courageous when he is just planning on to get sucidie.'

'Ohkay..'

I felt a weird, squirmy feeling panging in the pit of my stomach. Did I ruined it again. I bet she is finding reasons to go back home. I started plotting questions in my head with the cloud doodles, just to make it more reasonable. I think you're weird or Shall we just stop talking about this or You know, just drive me back home...

'You know, just drive me back home.'  She said with a gritty voice.

WHATT? I should have never thought about the last one. We were talking for about an hour or more, I was getting entertained by her donut licks but now, here she returns back on being that same old Jess.

'ZAYNN?'
I heard a yell yanking my ears.

'God Jess. I can hear.'

'I have been calling you. Are you okay?'

Alright. Now she thinks I am crazy.

'Yeah. Umm.. Can I ask you something?'

'Go ahead, Malik'

'Are you escaping out of my company? Am I bad at doing this?'
I asked with a serious look, as serious as it could be.

'What made you ask that?'

'Nevermind. I am one hell of a weirdo'

'Trust me. Not more than me!'

I flashed a smile at her again. I do that now alot. I don't know why. Like, I have been all the rest of my life with a more uninviting expression or maybe the looks work. Ha! I remember Jess saying in my mind 'God You're so vain!' But, to be honest, I want her to smile and live, a little more carefree. I wonder if she had the same rude face when she was born. I mean, I have probably plastered a billion smiles on my face but all she responds is with a sardonic expression, and then look away instantly.
I got a chance to take a glance at her on the way back to her place. She is all silent, preoccupied with her precious thoughts. I wanted to talk more or give one more chance to make her smile, but a chicken I was. I never had the urge to say something and this is how the whole journey took place. Silent and awkward.