Sandman // Zayn Malik AU [REWRITING SOON]

Call me Sandy.

Hey there. I'm Sandman. Mr. Sandman, but you can call me Sandy.

If you think you recognize my name, and have a catchy tune in your head, then it may be because of the song about moi. It is a 1950's song, called Mr. Sandman, and way hay, what do you know. That's my name.

But in all seriousness, no, I won't lend you a dream.

Maybe I am the man of dreams, but that doesn't mean that I see every ones dreams or control them all either. I have my own little minions. Unfortunately, they aren't like the yellow tic-tacs of despicable me, they are more like tiny little fairies made from sand.

Like I said, I'm the man of dreams, but recently, I've, lets say remodeled myself, so now, I'm the man of your dreams as well.

Want to know the story why? Well, I'm not going to go into detail, because I'm seriously trying to make this bad boy fiasco work. However, I will tell you the basics.

On one visit to earth, I was doing my usual routine. Walking around various parks, enjoying the scenery, and drinking whatever new style of coffee my usual shop was serving. But that was when my usual routine became different.

I saw a girl. She came up to me and started talking. She was stunning, in every sense of the word, in her appearance and in her personality. But after a few months of meeting her and, inevitably, falling in love with her, the guardians interfered.

They put a restriction on me, a restriction on the time I was allowed on earth. I was only allowed to visit once a year, for a day. And when I came back, a year later, and went to my usual coffee shop, in hope she was there, and she was. But this time, when I saw her, she was radiant, a smile beaming off her face, but not at the sight of me, as it was the previous year, it was aimed at another man. A man who had undoubtedly took my place in her arms.

That's what broke me. Now I go for a different style when I come to earth, it's not the responsible man who drinks coffee and recites poetry. I go for the 'bad boy' look, ripped jeans, tattoos, leather jackets and motorbikes are more my style now.

But I'm still broken, and that's the only feeling I've had for the last 50 years.

Until now.

I met someone else, and I felt like I was healing.

I felt another feeling.

Compassion.

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Hey guys, so thanks for reading this.

This actual book will start when the first book - Jack Frost - has been written, so check that out while your waiting because its book number 1 in the series. And there is also a book number 3, which is called Mad Hatter, so check that as well.

Again, thanks for reading and getting over 1.4k reads on the first chapter.

-Percy