Lighters & Cigarette // Zayn Malik

CHAPTER: 7

Lighters & Cigarette

super long chapter. well more of an awesome one :) dedication to sticks for adding my story to her undiscovered watty awarda: spring edition :)

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

what hurts you, blesses you...

whatever she was, didn't make sense to me, but it made perfect sense to my heart, I felt complete. she is delightfully chaotic; a beautiful mess, knowing that I will love her is a splendid adventure.

its been exactly 22 hours, 31minutes and 17, 18, 19,...... seconds, since I last saw her, my mind comprehends, it is at peace since every thing about her is being repeated over and over in my head. from the corners of her lips to the soft yet raspy sound of her voice, from the way her hair falls effortlessly on her back to the oh so mesmerizing colour of her eyes....

I snatch another glance at my watch as my hand runs over the square piece locked to the side of the bridge. she is 31, no wait 35 minutes late. I had my doubts about her not showing up but some where deep inside I expected her to be here.

that's it.

I say to myself and get myself ready for action.

on my run to her apartment it was easy to blend into the crowd that covered the sidewalks since the striker's incident had captured everyone's minad, that was no longer deserving of any attention from me.

well for a few hours that is.

things like this didn't last long. the media covered up the mysteries rather nicely by throwing something new for us to chew on. they'd make it a breaking news if one of us lost our hairbrush or anything like that. but what they don't understand, and we try our hardest to portray, is that we are just normal lads. trying to make a mark on history. we have good day, and bad ones. tough ones and ugly ones but in the end we move on and aim for something better.

it's hard making someone understand this. i shove the thought down the deal-with-later bucket as i turned the corner to her street, i walk faster than normal but the sun makes me slow down, it was rather warm today, considering the time of the year the sun should not feel this way. the warmness on my skin felt soft, it's like cuddling into a soft pillow. luckily enough i was dressed accordingly.

with my steps slower than watching grass grow i finally stopped in front of her building. the smell of weed in the air made my nose burn but i ignored it and made my way up the stairs.

it started with a small knock on the door, followed by a thud and then ended up with continuous bangs, but the door never seemed to have an answerer on the other side.

ugh, i am so furious. i am so freaking gonna kill her if she doesn't open the door.

after a few more hard bangs and kicks i finally rest, with me head against the wood i let my mind wonder away from the anger, and it lead to a though that was oh so stupid.

but, would it be that simple.

continuing with me position, my hand pulls itself up to the metallic part of the door and give it a small turn. the door creaks open and i can't help but curse my heart out.

 what kind of a person is she, she shows me that she keeps to herself yet keeps her apartment open to strangers. huh

making my way in. i can't help but have my nose twitched up because of the pungent smell. there is not much to explain where it is coming from, i can easily relate it to the one you smell while passing a creepy alley. CRACK