One Summer (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

For the real Deelana ;)

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Summary: I'm not prepared for the day that she figures it out, and I never will be.

Fanfic contains PG-13 material, please read at your own risk.

Chapter 1,

"Deelana, did you wash my towel?" Morgan asked, running around in the office searching for her towel.

"It's on the hook, like it always is," I laughed at my best friend's giddy smile when she discovers it. I slapped my long brown hair in a ponytail before I traversed the pool tiles to my lifeguard post. I just started the evening shift, which is the worst! People are noisy, and not cautious with each other. The afternoon and morning shifts are simple and calm, but not the evening. It isn't like this everywhere, just the pool.

I have always enjoyed living in Canada for these few reasons:

1. There is no drama

2. Everyone knows everyone

3. It is affordable

"Excuse me, but could you pass me a pink noodle?" A little girl tapped her wet fingers against my leg.

"Sure," I smiled kindly and reached for a bright noodle off the narrow shelving behind where I was standing.

"Thank you," she giggled before splashing around with a few other girls. I grabbed a life preserver off of a hook nearby and swung it around a couple of times before letting it fall to my side.

"I'm going home," Morgan shrieked and I rolled my eyes at her sudden outburst. I could scream right now, and only a few people would be able to hear it... That's exactly how rowdy it is in here.

Morgan is probably in a rush to see her boyfriend, but she's not the only one!

My boyfriend, Jake, and I have been dating since the very first day I attended a concert of his band. I prefer the bands with an edgy look and sound, so One Direction does not qualify in that category. Don't ask me why I hate One Direction, because I probably couldn't tell you why. I just don't like them! Don't judge me for it, they aren't very "big" over here anyway.

***

"I just locked up the pool," I told Jake when he opened up his front door with open arms.

"I was thinking we could have a movie night," he grinned like a child and I agreed, rest is always the best after a long day of work.

"What movies?" I wondered as I threw myself onto his leather couch. Jake shares an apartment with his friend, Mike, but he must have gone out tonight.

"I have..." he gripped his DVD's out of the tall cabinet and held them up high for me to see. "Love Actually, The Vow, The Lucky One, The Notebook, Dear John-"

"Jake, why do you have all these chick flicks?" I laughed and he pouted, pushing his lip ring forward.

"I rented them for us," he answered and I immediately felt bad.

"You choose," I decided, and he nodded.

***

I woke up with Jake snoring on my shoulder at 2 in the morning. I got up and turned the TV off before wrapping him in a soft beige blanket.

"Goodnight," I whispered and softly kissed his forehead. Our dates usually end up like this; Jake falls asleep, and I tuck him in bed and go home. You have to be extremely careful with Jake, he wears his heart on his sleeve.

I popped into my car and rolled out of the apartment parking lot. It is a twelve minute drive from Jake's to my house and I have always loved how fast it goes.

When I peered beyond my front door, Dad was awake and angrily typing at his computer.

"What are you writing?" I whispered.

"Just another article about the outrage of gas pricing," he stated like it was obvious.

My dad is a journalist, he lives for the act of writing. My mom divorced my dad almost six years ago and she lives in Texas somewhere. She always complained about the weather here and ventured down South. I believe she has a boyfriend now, but it is a touchy subject for dad. There's always been more to the story, but neither of them will tell me. I understand that dad is often lonely and it's for the best that I stay here with him. However, during winter break, I visit mom. I wouldn't dare to leave dad alone on Christmas, or Thanksgiving.

"I'm going to bed," I muttered, charging up the stairs into my bedroom to quickly send Jake a cute goodnight text.

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Notes:

There is the first chapter! It may be short and rough, but it's just to get the story rolling.

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