Lost. [Zayn Malik]

Chapter 3:

"What?, who?" , I ask him trying to lie. He looks at me blinks a few times and shakes his head.

"Sorry", he starts. "You just- Eh- I thought about someone. Y-you reminded me of someone." he stutters out and I feel a little pain in my chest. He smiles a little unsure and I reassure him that it's okay. His words always replaying in my head I love you, Charlet. I always will!. How could such a beautiful and strong relationship end like this? To be honest it shouldn't have end. 3 years are so much and I don't really know what to do. Everything, except telling him the truth. A warning voice in my head speaks. When I look up to Zayn he looks at me with a questioning look.

"Yeah? Wait? Did you say something", I ask getting a little red. He chuckles. "I asked about your name."

"Oh well, yeah. Sandra. Sandra Riverson"I answer him with a slight smile ob my face and he smiles back.

"Zayn? Was it Zayn?" ,I start as he nods. Damn I'm a pretty good liar. "I have to go, getting stuff ready for classes"

He nods in understatement and waves a quick goodbye as I get up to get my work done. Leaving him there.

"Wait!", he yells from the inside standing up from the table and I take the minute to take a look at his outfit. Docs and a grey jeans. Under his leather jacket he wore a black t-shirt and it looked good. He is looking extremely perfect and I feel my eyes getting watery. He arrives me and looks at me with a small smile.

"Are you up for a drive?", he says slowly looking straight into my eyes, which are causing me to remember why I loved him and what I still missed until now. I want to say no but my head nods and his smile goes brighter. He fiddles for his keys and mumbles a short 'Let's go'.

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I sit in class, trying to get the things what our Professor is saying, but my mind drifts to Zayn every now and then, remembering him how he thought I was Charlet and trying to get why he even could recognize me. Sure, I wish, I could tell him, but I can't. Not now. I'd never tell him. I can't. Too much happened, and imagine I'd be the one in his position?

"Miss Riverson? Can you answer me? , the voice of my teacher brings me back to reality. Everyone is staring at me but I just shake my head. "I should talk to you after class." , she says frowning and I nod, still not saying a single thing. As the bell rings, everyone stands up, packing their things. I stay sitting in my desk and when everyone is out od the room my teacher turns to me.

"What's up Sandra? You're my best student." , she speaks worried. My teacher, Mrs. Donovan is maybe 5 years older than me. Beautiful. She has blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She reminds me of my sister.

"It's just so much on my mind lately." , I say looking at the ground. I feel her glance on me. "Take the week off from classes, and get your mind free. I don't know what is actually going on but I know how it feels."

My eyes flow back to her and I manage a small smile. "Thanks Mrs Donovan."

"It's nothing, I'll see you next week and you better be prepared" , she says smiling and I nod as I turn around to exit the class.

The fine breeze hits me as I step out of school and I spot Lisa standing there with Lindsay, another girl out of her class. I make my way towards them as I spot Zayn with a guy as soon as he sees me, he starts to smile, says something to the guy and makes his way to me.

"Hey", he says as soon as he approaches me.

"Hey", I say back and smile at him. "So are you up to something or I just wanted to ask you..Uh..if you'd like to go to the cinema like watch a movie or just something" , he asks and looks at me with hopeful eyes. I liked the idea, on the other side, I didn't. Because I have a feeling, what will happen. His eyes were still fixed onto me.

"Sure, why not?", as soon as he heard that, he smiled from ear to ear and I couldn't help but get lost in his caramel brown eyes, which just get me lost everytime, I look into them. Then my mind got lost, what if he finds out, about my secret? I have to do anything, to prevent it.

"So I'll pick you up tonight around 8", he speaks to me. "Is that okay?" I gave him a nod, he hugged me for a goodbye, and took his way to wherever he was going, and I was sure, he knows more about me, than I think he knows.

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Hello, guys, I'm so sorry, I didn't even have any inspiration and everything. But I'm back and I'm going to deliever you a story, you won't forget.

Have a nice morning, afternoon, night (whenever you are reading this), I love you

Mel xoxo