My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

Triumph

'Fear is only temporary. Regrets last forever'

Listen to Befour by Zayn Malik

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Zayn POV

Here I was, sitting with the person who I thought would never accept me or treat me like the way she treated. Something about her made me feel guilty about myself. It's that I always thought life struck those piercing daggers right in my skin, just my skin. I never expected Jess to look as she did today. Not that I think that she is vulnerable. I never thought of her as some weak person and I know she is not. She's more than that.

She was leaning her head against the swing, with her eyes closed. I know she was there sniffing the beauty of silence. I wonder what she thought or how she feel, but all I know is that I love when she is like that infront of me all exposed to her emotions, with her whole being right in front of me. I can feel her the way she feels everything around herself. I can groove into her by laying my eyes upon her, without her knowing. No one can seize that look, not even myself.
I watched her taking a nap on the swingset which honestly was far more impossible than I thought. Even with her eyes closed, I could feel the tranquillity she was enjoying. It was like one of those childhood carefree days. I was still on the ground, feeling the wet grass weeds between my feeble fingers. I heard her shift instantly. She looked at me and I didn't realise I was striking my brain with endless thoughts.

'Hello sleeping beauty!'

'What? Did I slept?'

'Well I'm afraid you did.'

'What were you doing?'

'Just waiting for you to wake up.'

'Seriously?'

'Oh yeah. Come here'
I gestured the ground for her to sit beside me. She stood up carefully, then sat right infront of me.

'Okay what now?'

'Let's play something.'

'Ohkay.'

'But before that, we need some treats'

She smiled as I stood up and plucked out some succulent raspberries while I felt Jess staring me the whole time. To be very very honest, no other girl has ever made me look like a nervous wreck. I looked into her eyes one more time until I realised I replicated a lost Romeo, and trust me it wasn't cool. I munched one, my mouth practically dribbling the fruit juice. Embarrassed, I wiped away.

'Okay. So this game is called the first impressions.'
I spoke with a profound voice echoing into the woods.

'I don't know about this, but Okay.'

'So. What were my first impressions?'

She crinkled her eyes for a second thought. Her hair were dead straight, loose on her shoulders.

'You um replicated a total bad boy college hunk'

I laughed the way her face made expressions of disgust.

'And you were cheesy and tried to overcome me. And you pulled out stupid pranks on stupid people. And I didn't liked you'

I nodded, trying to conceal the smile I hid behind this much insult. She was one hell of an abrupt person.

'Okay. Well that were some real humiliating impressions.'

'Your turn?'
I watched her gobble a bunch of raspberries, with her face poured up with curiosity.