Lighters & Cigarette // Zayn Malik

CHAPTER: 5

Lighters & Cigarette

I really enjoyed writing the last chapter, I think it was because I wrote it after such a long time. hope you enjoy this one too. :) thank you @xxAveragelyUniquexx  for the awesome cover. I love it :)

Warning: This book contains swearing the amount of water in the sea and you might come across some naughty stuff. some text may seem familiar, No Copyright Intended.

ZAYN MALIK

I will write our love story with ink spilled on piano keys, if I could............

"what did you do?" I ask harry before the front door slammed.

"nothing at all" he said cheekily defending himself.

"i'll get you later" I say pulling on a shirt and running out the room.

"Zayn where are you going?  and who was that?" peri demands to know but let myself slip out of it.

"um.....uh....its important don't wait for me. okay? okay" I answer my own question before I grab my sunglasses and sprint out the building. its hard to not get noticed by the media, its like they camp out side my door just to have a glance of me breathing.

luckily its clear or its just that they have got better at hiding. anyway, hoping my disuse would work, I move down the street pulling up my hoodie.

I catch a glance of dark locks, too far, that stood out in the crowd. I ran towards it but it turned around the corner before I could even be a half a mile close to it.

it seems foolish to bring someone home, but not if they are hurt. its foolish to care for someone you've just met, but not if you like them.

its true! and im not ashamed. im not gonna wait around and wait for tragedy to take a shot at me, before I tell her I love her. instead im just gonna go with it. my life isn't a movie that needs to wait for a climax or drama, I can do whatever I want and I will. im just gonna grab her and pour my heart out to her,

even tough the way she makes me feel can never be put in to words I can try telling her.

every time I look at her my heart stops and my palms get sweaty. there is something indescribable in the back of my throat. and when she talks the feeling races through out my body. I am speechless when she stands too close and lost at thought when she's not. she's not the kind of girl who would tell the world about the way she feels but its not like she can hide it forever.

and that will be that. if she says yes I might be the most happiest person alive and if she says no...uh....well then, it worth a few more tries.

all its gonna take is

20 seconds of insane courage

20 seconds of embarrassing bravery.

I looked around the street for almost fifteen minuets but it seemed like hours, before people started giving my weird looks as if I was crazy. maybe it was the fact that I was running back and forth for no reason, to them, but soon I gave up.

I gave one last scan, standing at the end of the street before running my way back, afraid that the ass-hole-ic paparazzi might spot me and that will just be fucking wonderful wouldn't it.

I run down the street, my reflection on the show rooms as I pass by. although I might never ever see her again but those 30 minutes I spent with her, apart from the ones where she was knocked out. were the best 30 minutes of my entire life. mark my words when I say I'd give up an entire life time just to have a those few minutes with her again.