Speak |Zayn Malik|

Ch. 3

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I'm still deciding whether or not to go the way I was intending to go with this story, so please bear with me.

P.S I'm sorry it's so sad like 98% of the time agsjdfkdku there's not much I can do/control when I let myself write freely.

But I  hope you'll still enjoy!

-M

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Another cloudy Saturday afternoon seems to roll by again. There seems to be a pattern, but it's not like Zayn is paying much attention to it anyways.

He's finally letting himself be more free with his schedule, allowing his parents to come over a few days ago. They brought his two little sisters along, and he doesn't remember the last time they've cried so long on his chest clutching him so tightly, like they're afraid he'll disappear.

That same day his mom excused himself into the kitchen so he wouldn't see her crying, and his father sat on the couch across from him looking down. Zayn's encounter with his family gets him upset again. And not toward them but at himself for making them sad. He can't seem to stop hurting those he cares for.

But that's the past now. It's Saturday, and before going out into the woods he wanted to make some quick rennovations on his garden. He realized a few weeks back that he loved flowers. Whether it was drawing them, observing them, or planting them, he enjoyed doing it. It might be a bit silly, but Zayn really does feel at ease when there's flowers around him. Those colorful plants made him feel at peace with his surrounding even if on the inside everything was threatening to raze.

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So maybe the word 'fate' has a funny tune to it. Defining it as something that is "meant" or "destined" to happen, out of a person's control. That confused Zayn because he didn't know why fate was being cruel to him so far in his life, but when he feels a familiar blow at the back of his head where he was kneeling down tending to his garden, he knew right then and there that fate hates him very much.

Zayn stumbles forward and before he falls on his flowers and destroys them, he quickly puts his hands out to control his body. When the world stops spinning and he could see again, he looked behind him.

And there she was, again.

"I'm so sorry! I- My brother- crap... Are you okay? Oh my God oh man..."

It sort of felt like déjà vu, being hit on the head, the girl from two weeks ago running toward him, her rambling about apologizing, the slight pain on his head. Fate?

But she soon started giggling which then turned into laughter. She had a cute smile and her eyes crinkled up, like there was still a light in her life. He felt a bit envious, there wasn't any light for him anymore.

"I'm not laughing at you, if that's what you're thinking. I just find it a bit funny how I've hit you twice on the head with this stupid red ball yet I don't even know your name yet."