Writing Music ( A Zayn Malik love story)

Reality Check

I hear a knocking  while I am on my computer chatting  with Zachary.

“Come in mum.”

I hear the door open and footsteps walking into my room.

“I am sorry to disappoint you Carls. Your mum said that you were in here.”

I turn and see Brad standing by me. I panic and think that I am running late.

“I am sorry Brad I thought I had more time.”

I quickly glance at the clock on my computer and breathe a sigh of relief when I realize that it is only 6:30.

“No I am early. I figured that we would have some time to talk and catch up before the flick.”

“Sounds good. Let me just finish up this email and we chat  some.”

I quickly type up the rest of the email while Brad looks at the pictures tacked on my bulletin board. I hit the SEND button and turn my attention back to Brad. He is looking at the picture of Zachary and I at our 12th birthday, the last time I saw my brother in person. Brad turns back towards me when he notices that I am done typing.

“How is your brother doing? Zachary right?”

“He is doing good. He was supposed to visit two weeks ago but my father cancelled the trip.”

“That explains why your room is so clean. I never thought I would have ever made it around this room without tripping on something.”

I look around my clean room that looks like it belongs in a magazine. Even the lamp I broke when I was angry has been replaced. The truth is that my room is clean because I was trying to distract my thoughts from wandering to Zayn. We would always hang out in my messy room and he would kid about how much of a disaster it was. I guess that cleaning my room was a way of trying to help me move on.

“I forgot how good your memory was Brad.”

He puts his fingers on his temple imitating a psychic.

“If I remember correctly then your lips used to taste like strawberries.”

I giggle at his phony psychic impersonation.

“I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

I close the distance between the two of us and bring my lips to his. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him.

I don’t know what I was expecting but the kiss does not feel special to me. Even though Brad was my first kiss I feel as though there is no spark between us. I guess that I am expecting the kiss to be like what I had with Zayn but it is not. Brad is not a bad kisser I just can’t get past my feelings for Zayn.

When we break apart I do not push myself away from Brad although I know it is not right for me to lead him on when I am still in love with Zayn.

“Strawberries are sweeter than I imagined. Come on Carls we had better get going or we might miss the movie.”

We drive to the cinema in his car talking about our lives. He plans on pursuing a career as an athlete in fact he is training for the 2012 Olympics right now.

After we find a parking spot we walk into the cinema. Waiting for us (well really waiting for me) are Zayn and Lori looking at the posters. When they notice us I see a look of surprise on Zayn’s and Lori’s face. I guess that I forgot to text them that Brad was going to be joining us.

“Hey guys I hope you don’t mind that I invited Brad along.”

I see a look of jealousy appear on Zayn’s face. I know that he is not too happy about Brad being my date tonight.