Hiraeth.Malik.

chapter 10

Zayn Malik

I was trying not to trust her.
I tried trusting people before. It never ends well.

But her eyes feel as if they're looking right into my soul. Her beautiful, beautiful eyes that had me trapped since day one. I knew she was trustworthy. But I was trying not to trust her for the good of both of us. I knew either I'd end up not being good enough and she'll realise she deserves better. Or I'd let her go because I know she deserves better. Either way I'll end painfully.

Maybe I was trusting her way too fast. And I knew the end was approaching. Nothing good lasts long for me anyway. I've come to terms with this fact.

I wasn't destined to feel loved and love someone. Love never worked out for me, why would it now?
After Mia, I realised that I was bound to be alone for the rest of my life.

But Arabella is different in every way. Both different than anybody I've ever met and me.
She's different from other people because she cares. Sincerely and genuinely. She wants to please everybody even if that means draining herself. She isn't judgemental like all the people who called me a freak. She's absolutely lovely and full of charm. And it's hard, yes, but I'm trying not to trust her.

I could see myself talking to her with no boundaries. I could imagine her keeping my secrets and healing my wounds till they're merely a scar to remind me of the hardships I've been through. I felt like she could understand my thoughts. Even if they couldn't have been any further apart from hers.

She was different than me by a lot. We were from two different worlds. She was light and I was shadow. She was a gentle breeze and I was a destructive cyclone.
she was sunshine and spring and clear skies, I was rain and clouds and hurricanes. I was full of lightening and thunder.
But maybe just maybe she loved thunderstorms. Maybe she loved the rain.
Maybe she could be the rain to my storm. Maybe I could trust her.