Love? Keep Dreaming. (Zayn Malik-1D-FANFICION!)

Chapter One

"Please, won't you push me for the last time, let's scream until there's nothing left. So sick of playing, I-"

I shut my alarm off in a quick flick motion of my hand. It's 4:30 AM,  and It's my first day of the job. After special training at The University of Bradford  for photography, I was sent an inquiry about joining Londons paparazzi crew. This was one of my dreams, so I, of course, said yes.

So, about 2 weeks ago, I  drove up to London from Bradford with just a suitcase full of necessities that i would need to start a new life. It's only three hours and a bit away from my home in Bradford, depending if traffic is good, so It's really great if I want to go and see my family back home in Bradford.  London is my new home, and is the beginning location of a new start for me.

I change into a black Pierce The Veil shirt and black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and rhinestones that are on the top of my left legs thigh.  I put my purple sunglasess in my black-and-white zig-zag patterned handbag, and slipped on my black high-top converse. I  quickly brushed through my straight, ginger hair and threw on a black beanie over the top of it. I quickly slipped on my "Wrists Are For Bracelets" wristband before grabbing my car keys and driving off to the offices.

Once I arrived, I made my way to the front desk and asked for Alex. Alex is my boss. She is so funny and sweet, she is also really caring. And when we're not at work? We're bestfriends. Having your bestfriend as your boss is pretty freaking amazing, It's like a treat.

Alex and I have this special bond, you see. It was like a friendship I once had, but has lasted much longer than that one. Alex and I can tell eachother ANYTHING and EVERYTHING. We have known eachother since Kinder, and that's a friendship you want to hold onto for the rest of you life.

As for the friendship I once had, well, let's just say we had our differences. His name was Zayn Malik. We met in year 1 at school. One day, he was on the swing-set, all alone. He was quite a mysterious person, and liked to be left alone. I walked over and sat on the swing next to him.

"Hi! My name's Lucy Grace. What's your name?"

"I-I'm Zayn...Zayn Malik" He stuttered back to me.

About an hour later, he warmed up to me and we were friends. 5 Months later and we were best-friends. And then, when Zayn was sixteen, he came up to me and told me he was going to audition for the X-Factor. That's when it hit me. He was gonna get heart-broken. He is really shy - he might stuff up! I didn't want him to be humiliated infront of all of Great Britain! He'll get hurt, and he's my best-friend. And when Zayn is hurt, he likes to be secluded. If he gets heart-broken infront of all of Britain...he won't ever want to come out of his room.

I remember telling him my thoughts. He didn't understand that I didn't want him to get hurt. I remember the fight clearly.

"SHUT-UP LUCY! I KNOW FOR A FACT I'LL MAKE IT!"

"NO, YOU DON'T ZAYN, WHAT IF YOU DON'T MAKE IT, YOU'LL BE HUMILIATED INFRONT OF ALL OF BRITAIN. DO YOU WANT THAT TO HAPPEN? DO YOU REALLY WANT TO BE DISTRAUGHT?" I shot  back at him.

He looked into my eyes and said in an icy tone:

"You were meant to support me. You were meant to be my best-friend, the one to keep me grounded through all of this. But I guess not. You know it's my dream to be a singer."

"Zayn, I kn-"

"No you don't, Lucy. You don't understand. You never did, never will. Lucy, this is my dream. And you have almost crushed it."

And with that, he started walking away. And then he turned around.

"I won't be needing this ever again. I hope to never see your face, ever again. You mean nothing to me anymore." I watched in absolute pain as he took off his best-friends bracelet that said "Forever&Always" on it, and threw it on the ground, stomping on it and kicking it. I watched where he kicked it.