Valencia laid in her bed after she changed into some comfy pajamas. For some reason she couldn't stop thinking about Zayn, she swears she has seen or heard the name somewhere, but she can't remember where. She huffed to herself, frustrated because he was cute and felt like she knew him from somewhere. She was also upset because the date she went on tonight wasn't that great. He was a nice gentleman, but Valencia didn't feel any sort of spark between them, she found him to be kind of boring. She knows the type of man she wants, someone to go on adventures with, one that will understand what she has been through, one that won't push her too much, one that will accept her and her body. She needs a man that will show her off, and love every inch of her curvy body. Valencia is comfortable in her skin, she loves it actually, she uses to get bullied when she was younger about her weight, but she never let it get to her, and now she is a well known, plus size model who paves a way for other women and men like her.
Valencia has seen so much in her short life time. She isn't dumb and naive, she is strong and dependant. She grew up different from other people, she knew to never focus on negative things surrounding her but instead to rely on the positive. She loved doing that for people, making things positive and lively during rough times. Valencia would think about her mother and father, and how they are her biggest role models. They still live in El Paso rarely getting to see them, but she does think often of them and their struggle. Ever since she was young she had to watch her family struggle for things, food, money, clothes. At one point her and her family had to move in with one of her aunts and four children since her mother and father couldn't afford to pay rent.
She knows to never be selfish, she knows to never take what she has for granted, and she knows to always be thankful for the blessings she has been given.
Yawning, Valencia shuts off her bedroom light and leaves her bedside lamp on. She goes to shut the curtains on her window but some movement catches her eyes, but she sees nothing and chooses to ignore and crawls into the warm bed. Bored, she picks up her phone and scrolls through her instagram, she get bored with it quickly and decides to just go to bed early.
The thick woman reaches over and turns off her lamp when a sudden ding comes from her phone. She picks it up and unlocks it to see she has a text from the man she went on a date with. He said that he will be waiting for a call, and hope she has a good nights sleep, she felt bad since the man was showing interest in her, but she declined his offer. She shuts off her phone, not wanting to be bothered anymore and shuts her eyes. Her mind drifts to think about the shy man, Zayn, she met earlier, she wonders what he could be doing. She hopes that maybe, just maybe, she can see him again. He seems like the type of guy to go on adventures and show her off.
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Zayn waited until he saw her lamp light go off in her room to leave. Once it did he rushes to his car and sped to his long time friend, Marvin's house. He is the same friend that helped him find out the information wanted about Valencia. Of course Zayn didn't tell him what it was for, and still Marvin gave his best friend the info.
Zayn was speeding through red lights, swerving down allies. It was late so he didn't care about anything, he just needed Marvin to do a back ground check on the guy Valencia went on a date with today. But wait, Zayn realized he didn't catch his name. He knows nothing about him except he was trying to get with his girl, and that was more than enough reason for Zayn to find him and scare him off. But this time; he couldn't. So Zayn took the route back to his apartment, ready to call it a night.
He parked in front of the big apartment building, grabbed his things and went inside. He saw that the security guard was passed out, per usual, zayn rolled his eyes at the lazy ass man and knows that one day someone will walk in here and rob someone. Instead of signing in like he should Zayn continues to walk up the short flight of stairs yo his apartment. Zayn enjoyed the the apartment building since it on has eight sperate apartments in it. When Zayn was just getting on his feet with things he had a roommate for over a year her but then the friend moved out. Zayn struggles daily with paying his rent, but finds his way by.
Unlocking the door to his decent sized apartment Zayn slumped down on his couch. He huffed, he is filled with mixed emotions, this night ended better than he thought it would have. Over joyed he smiled to himself, the way the simple words fell from her lips were enough to get him going. Her soft voice sent shivers down his back when he heard it, he imagined what it would be like hearing her say his name over and over. The scenes from tonight pushed Zayn more than before to get closer to her, he had a little taste of being next to her, he needs to be next to her again.
Sitting up, tired, yet giddy still Zayn stands from the couch and grabs his camera bag and walks down the short hallway. Zayn pulls out the keys to the room he always keeps locked, opening the door he flicks the switch and all of the red lights in the room turn on. Zayn shuts the door behind him and walks to the table her has against the wall, he took out his camera and took out his chemical powder mix. He follows the same routine he has been doing for years now, it's a second nature for the muslim man. Once everything was finished he let the recent photos he took hang from some sting he had placed above him.
The dark haired man took a step back to admire all his favorite photos. They may all be of the same woman, but to him each and every single one of them is different. He loved that he can come into this room whenever he pleases and look at the beautiful shots he has taken of his girl. His girl, he loved saying it, even if it's not true yet. Zayn believes that if he shows Valencia the beautiful pictures he has taken of her, she will swoon and fall for him. But he has to go by the plan he has made out months ago. And soon Zayn will take action into his own hands and get the woman he loves.
"Mine. Mine. Mine."
Zayn says to himself before leaving the room, and then falling asleep peacefully in his bed, dreaming of the beautiful woman he will soon see again.
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Yay second chapter!
I know this may seem kinda boring at the moment since there isn't any dialogue, but things need to fall into place on their own.
But we got to get a little bit more about Zayn and his crazy stalker ass. I would let him stalk me.
Just saying.
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