Stars
Chapter Five
"I stood alone beneath
the stars and shouted
to the heavens at the
top of my lungs
and what was so
beautiful
was the way the
stars shined
when the sky
swallowed
your name."
― Christopher Poindexter
"Farra!" I scream excitedly as we reach the front exit of the hospital. My nostrils are filled with the sweet scent of leaves and freashly cut grass, and as I close my eyes, it almost feels like everything stayed the same. The firmiliar comfotableness of life settled in, and only stayed for a split second until the confusion and anxiety creeped in once more.
Farra leaps towards me with such passion it startled me, and her arms tugged me into her embrace with joy radiating off of her, and I couldn't help but laugh.
Physical Therapy isn't too bad, only a little challenging. My doctor said that I'm on a normal pace, but my determined mind is pushing me farther than my limits, and she's guessing I was some kind of sports star, or artist of some kind.
"Wow," Farra laughed," I guess you can walk much better now, yeah?"
My shoulders pulled up for a shrug, and my eyes taced the ground around my ankles. "I dunno," I raised my head and blocked the sunlight with my hand. A scoff escaped my lips "My ankles are still pretty weak, so I can't walk a mile without dying, appearently."
Farra's facial expressions were the best part of the conversation. The way she listened with grimices and laugher, and at times smile so hard she cound not contain herself and her happiness.
Zayn was the one who broke the conversation, and he held my farest hipp, keeping me stable as we walk into the parking lot in search for his car. I scanned our suroundings, trying to figure out which one it could be based on personality. A white blazer and a red pick-up truck, placed in a sloppy way, lay only a few parking spots away from each other. Neither of them seem like him, so I shrug it off. My eyes caught a glimps of the reflecting sun shine off of a red convertible. I mentally shook my head yes, confident that it was Zayn's.
It turned out I was right, it was a convertible, just not the red one a few rows down. I reached my hand out to open the door and suddenly became amazed by how black it was, but yet you can see yourself giving the car a face.
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Stars (Zayn AU)
Fanfiction"The stars get angry at us, just like any other human being would if we ignored their shouts. They shout for love, but not to be loved, no. But for someone else to be loved. Did you know that?"
