Forever Young (One Direction fan fiction)

Chapter 7 - Moments

You know I’ll be,

Your life,

Your voice.

Your reason to be,

My love.

My heart,

Is breathing for this,

Moment,

In time.

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Chapter  7  -  Moments

     The sound of a truck driving by had woken me earlier, since then I had been drifting in and out of sleep.

I heard Mum run up the stairs and knock on my door. Only it wasn't Mum, it was Zayn. He sat down on my bed and my eyes finally adjusted. He saw the puzzled look on my face and stroked a loose piece of ear back behind my ear and kissed me on the forehead.

“Good morning” I finally am awake enough to say.

He smiles and replies a happy “Good morning! Would you like to go out for a hot chocolate?”

I look out the window and see the sky, it’s not exactly sunny, yet I don’t think it will rain. But it looks chilly.

I get out of bed and gather my clothes, careful not to forget a jacket. I quickly have my shower and go downstairs where Zayn has been talking to my Mum.

“Have fun!” she grins and kisses me on the cheek.

“Thanks!” I say and hobble out the door.

     We arrive at a car park, which seems to be near a tree line and Zayn pulls the car to a stop.

I stay quiet but follow Zayn along a path through the trees. We stop near the end of the trees and he whispers “We’re here” and pulls me past the last couple of trees.

I gasp as the beautiful valley comes into view. “It’s gorgeous!” I yell and hear my echo.

We sit and take in the view for a couple minutes when I notice the breeze. It’s rather chilly and I can’t believe that with my jacket I’m still cold, then I realise I must have left it in the car. Zayn sees me shivering and puts his jacket around me.

“Thank you” I say and kiss him.

“No problem, plus, it was worth it” he gives a cheeky smile.

     An hour later we are at the mall. The group of screaming girls multiplied as we got further into town. I start to get worried, we didn’t bring security today and it’s crazy out there.

“We’ll be fine” he says “Just stick with me, don’t let go” I wrap my arms around him and we make a run for the front door.

As we make it through the door, we both lock eyes on the same café and set our legs for it, the girls screams rushing through the huge sliding doors.

We sit down at a corner table overlooking the rest of London. Zayn calls the waitress over and orders two hot chocolates and it’s not long before they arrive.

     Most of the girls have left having got the pictures of Zayn they wanted, but a few were still lingering around. I had blocked them out eventually, until now, when a few people appeared asking us questions – Reporters, I thought.

I saw the look on Zayn’s face as they invaded his private life.

“Alright guys, time for you to go” I demanded.

They laughed with each other and a tall rather mean looking woman replied “Oh, lover girl, sorry but we’re not leaving.”

I give her a bad look “Well, we are, c’mon Zayn” I say grabbing his hand as I start to pull him behind me.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere! Derrick!” As she says this a huge guy grabs me and another grabbing Zayn, pulling us apart.

“NO” I scream.

“Let her go!” Zayn yells.

I can hear him yelling as I’m slowly dragged away and dumped outside.

“Stupid idiots!” I yell as the doors close.

     I scrambled for my phone in my pocket only to find it missing. I sit for a while taking things in. It’s not until I try to stand that I realise my back is in a lot of pain. I pace up and down the path for a minute and the pain fades.

I need to get in there and see him, save him I think and as I’m walking to the door that I was dumped out of, I realise that those guys will still be there, waiting for me to try find Zayn, so I change directions and head around to the next entrance on the right.

I run through the sliding doors and head down the exit hallway he was lead down. I’m sure he’s here. I sit there for a moment listening through the door and I am relieved when I hear his voice.

     “So that girl, what’s her name? You know, your girlfriend out there.”

It’s silent for a while, he’s hesitating, I can see how hard this is for him.

“Ok, next question, I’ve heard that you’re not entirely happy with the boys in One Direction”

I hear his voice. “Well that’s not true. I love those boys, they’re like family, brothers to me, I wouldn’t be in a band with anyone else”

The woman is smart and replies with “Not even your pretty little girlfriend!?”

Zayn is angry, but replies anyway, “Well, no, I wouldn’t, because otherwise I wouldn’t be with the boys, of course”

I don’t know whether to be hurt or to be happy with this, but he’s right, if he hadn’t had been with the boys, we wouldn’t be together, wouldn’t have met. Anyway, I enjoy listening to their music and spending time with all of them, it’s joyful.

     I barge in the door. “Oh, how nice of you to join us, uh, sorry I didn’t get a name.”

I stare at her and blurt out the words “Jessica... Jessica Holcroft.”

She smirks, “Thank you for that, Jessica. Take a seat.”

I look at her with disgust and sit down on the lounge next to Zayn.

Zayn gets up and says “Oh, don’t worry about sitting down Jess, I was just about to leave anyway.” He helps me up.

Just as we are about to leave the room, I say in a rather rude tone “Oh and I’d like my phone back, thank you.”

She slaps it down in my hand and we stomp out of the room.

I dial security’s number and tell them what happened and ask them to get Mike to pick us up, they don’t hesitate and they’re out the front in five minutes, with the extra driver – Gary, to take Zayn’s car home.

     We arrived at my house and they drove off telling Zayn to give them a call if he needed a lift, or if we were going out, but I think today was enough. We tiptoed upstairs and sat on my bed just talking.

“So, what did they ask you? Besides what I heard” I asked Zayn.

He had to recall his thoughts. “They asked me all about our relationship, I didn’t say anything, but then you kind told her your name, so now we’ll have to wait for the article they write up, no doubt it will be contrived. All made up” He said angrily.

I cuddle into his chest and mumble “We’ll make it through this together” and I look up and kiss him.

We keep talking forever and it’s nice, just to relax and talk to someone. Talk to my boyfriend.