Zayn P.O.V.
*Zayn's Journal*
'I've been getting weird text messages from an unknown number recently saying that Aliyah is in danger or that she will be hurt again, and the hospital was the beginning of everything. They're always signed with "PE". Every time I get a text from this person, my stomach flips because of the way that they describe her deaths or injuries. It's really starting to scare me. I-'
As I wrote in my journal, I started to feel a little better. Half way though my in depth thoughts someone knocked on the door. I slammed my journal shut as a startled reflex. Nobody knows about my journal. The door creaked open and Liam poked out the upper half of his face.
"Are you okay, mate?" He asked. He paused for a second.
"Erm, yeah.... Just thinking." I covered up my journal with drawings that I've drawn so it looked like I drew pictures instead of writing in a journal. Girls write in journals. I'm a guy. I don't want Liam or any if the lads to think I'm feminine.
"Okay, I just came to check on you, and ask you if you wanted to come with us to grab a bite. You in? Aliyah might be coming." He sang the last part about Aliyah.
"Yeah sure, just let me grab a coat." Liam nodded and left my room. I huffed. I opened my closet door to search for a hoodie.
Aliyah P.O.V.
Watching Pretty Little Liars on the TV, I got a text. I jumped, startled. It was from Liam.
'Hey Aliyah!! The lads as I are heading to get something to eat. Wanna join?-Li'
'I'd love to! -A'
'Okay! We'll be there in 10-Li'
I promptly shut my phone screen off and sprinted to my room. Out of my closet I chose black skinny jeans, an American flag printed shirt, and my black Converse. Realising I'm not wearing makeup and my hair isn't done, I headed to the bathroom to out concealer and mascara on. All I did to my hair was fixing the high messy bun I'm sporting. I checked the time on my phone. They should be here any minute! I grabbed my coat and left my flat. Once I got outside, I saw a van and Louis was driving. The door flew open revealing Niall and Harry and their cheeky smiles.
"Get in the van, we have candy..." Harry persuaded while they both made pedophile faces in unison.
"You guys are so weird, you know that?" I asked while laughing. It's good to know that fame hasn't ruined their little boy heads. I climbed into the van and sat next to Zayn who had his earphones in totally oblivious to everything. I yanked one of the earphones out of his ear. Yes, I know how annoying it is when someone does that. But, it's Zayn! He'd understand.
"Hey, Aliyah," Zayn smiled with a toothy grin. His smile is so beautiful. Oh, If he only knew how much I loved him. We began conversation about Jesus knows what. I wasn't even paying attention myself. I could talk to him all day long.
Zayn P.O.V.
Aliyah is the most beautiful girl in the world! She can keep an interesting conversation going, I love it! My phone vibrated from inside my hoodie pocket. I took it out, I knew exactly what it was about.
'Watch your back, honey. ;) -PE'
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This is for my friend Aliyah, whom I've written this story about.
DEAR ALIYAH,
I'm sorry I never update!! Do you like the story? We never talk anymore, and it kinda sucks. :/ When you get this, text me alright?
