Catch My Love

Catch My Love (zayn malik)

*First Chapter*

You always live your life wondering about the smallest things which indeed are the ones who give you the more to think about. Have you ever wonder what will people think if you were gone. If they would miss you? The answer is most likely 'no they wouldnt' because they are just too busy thinking about themselves to worry about others.

Ive never worry so much about being liked by everyone because honestly ive never cared about pretending to be someone im not just to impress people or to feel popular, but instead i like making myself feel confident and happy with who i am and mostly being around people that make me feel that way.

It was saturday morning and all the past week ive been visiting my family in london since we have christmas break until monday. Spending christmas time in London is one of my favourite things to do on holidays, everything is simply beautiful, the streets full of snow and lights hanging from christmas trees and lamp posts

I need to get back today to check the last things before going back to school so i woke up early to catch my plane. The night before i hadnt had any sleep for staying up all night reading one of the best novels ever; Walking Disaster. Young high school love mixed with passion and different scenarios. Perfect way of spending rainy days in bed

I arrive at Heathrow airport and wave goodbye to my dad, i take my bag and walk through the doors with all my documents in hand. The lady at the front desk smile politely at me while i hand her my plane ticket and my ID, she look in the system and her smile fade a bit when she informs me i am going to lose the flight if i don't hurry up, with that i take my bag and run as fast as i can to get to the plane gate, with a coffee in hand ive bought in some Costa i found on the way my name for general class was being called earning looks from the people who had first class seats

'assholes' i think to myself. Thinking they're more than anyone else just because they can pay more money than us to be comfortable on the plane while we are cracking our necks on those stupid wood made seats.

On the 'assholes' queue there is a guy not much older already looking at me with a smirk on his face, he is handsome, ill give him that. He's wearing a leather jacket with dark blue jeans and white vans. He is standing next to a tall man in a suit and a women with blue navy jacket and white knee length skirt, whom i supposed were his parents. Quite sophisticated with gucci luggage and the most expensive brands you can see around here, no wonder why they are in first class.

The guy eyes are the most beautiful light brown eyes ive ever seen and his outfit nothing compared to his parents make him look so young and with a 'im trying to be a bad boy but im not' look.

When his eyes look up I imterrupt the superficial analysis fixing my jacket and heading to the lady at the plane gate.

"may i have your plane ticket please?" The old lady ask

"Oh-uh yes right, here!" My voice sounding more high pitched than i expected. Clearing my throat i turn my head to see the pretty eyes guy from no more than 2 minutes ago standing a feet away from me.

I look at him in the eyes and he have a slight smile making me look down at his feet embarrassed, when something familiar he is holding catch my eye

"Uh-" i lift my head to meet his gaze and he continue " this felt down when you were putting on your jacket" handing my already opened wallet.

"Oh geez thanks " i smile at him and he walks away to stand beside his parents in the queue

I go through the door quickly looking for my seat. I read on the paper 10C which to my luck was right behind the first class meaning i have a big space to stretch my legs. I check again in case it was a mistake but as soon as the door opened and he walks in with his headphones and iphone in hand, i look down quickly to avoid eye contact sitting down and putting my hand bag next to my feet waiting for my flight partner to arrive.