I was sat in the backyard of the beautiful house that Zayn had bought me, our now 5-year-old son, Jasper, runs around in the green grass under the summer sun chasing after a yellow butterfly with Liam and Danielle's beautiful daughter, Bridget, who is just a couple months younger than Jasper.
I reach my hand up to the chain that is hidden under Zayn's grey shirt that I wear. It still smells like him. My fingertips play with the small charms on the end of the chain: Zayn's wedding band and a replica of the sphere that is etched with the same words as the original. I gave Zayn one just like it as well as my last gift to him.
At times, Jasper asks about Zayn and I tell him what an amazing person he was and how much he loved him. I tell him how he always wanted the best for him. But most importantly, I tell him Our Story every day.
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AN: Hey guys! So this is the last chapter, although I may write an alternative ending--we'll see! I hope you guys liked it! Don't forget to like, comment what you thought and follow me for more stories! I'll have a new one up soon! Much love xx.
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Our Story. {Zarry}
Fanfiction"Endlessly I tell our story to keep it alive, or maybe so I won't forget them like I'll never forget Zayn. Or maybe I tell them to keep Zayn alive whether he's here or not."
