Writing Music ( A Zayn Malik love story)

Promise

~November~

I finish typing up my email to Zachary and turn to face Brad lying on my bed. He is reading a copy of my newest draft of my story. The publisher loved my story and I am in the process of improving it so that it can be officially published.

I lay down next to Brad and nuzzle my head into the crook. I can still smell his soap on him that he used to shower with after he worked out today. I read the part he is on and smile knowing that I actually have a story that will become a real book not crumpled paper hiding in the back of my closet.

“How is Zachary doing?”

The past few months I have spent with Brad I have realized how compassionate he can be. I guess that everyone grows up at their own rate and Brad was just a little slow at maturing.

“He is doing good. I just miss him.”

“Why not invite him up for Christmas? I can even help you get a plane ticket for him.”

I reposition myself so that I am sitting up and I turn to face Brad. He is still laying down but the story is balanced on his knee forgotten.

“It’s not that I don’t want Zachary to come, he is just can’t come alone.”

I see the question in his eyes. I start to explain before he can ask.

“As you know when my parents got divorced I went with my mother and Zachary stayed with my father. The terms of the divorce were that me and my brother could not see each other alone, we had to have both of our parents with us. My father has always cancelled whenever we have arranged to have Zachary come and visit since we moved here.”

“Why don’t you you and your mum visit him in the States?”

“I asked her once when we settled down here but I could tell that she did not want to go back to America. I don’t want to force her to do something that will hurt her.”

“You are the sweetest person I know Carls. I love you baby.”

He leans over and kisses me. My nose is filled with the smell of his soap again. I pull myself closer to him deepening the kiss. I can feel his rock hard abs through his shirt.

When we break apart we are both breathing heavily. I can taste Brad’s toothpaste on my lips.

“I have something for you Carla.”

He reaches into his jean pocket and takes out a small box. I feel my breath escape me as I realize what he is doing. I know that Brad and I have been going out for a while but I do not think that I am ready for such a big leap.

Brad turns back to face me and realizes my expression. I see a smile dance across his face.

“It’s not what you think Carla.”

I barely hear his words and I cannot respond as my mouth dries up. He opens the box and inside is a simple gold band, I feel like I could faint.

“You do not have to accept it. I just want you to know that no matter what happens I still love you. “

I am not sure if it is a heartbeat or an eternity before he talks again. I just know that I feel like I have had my world flipped upside down.

“You can relax Carls it is a promise ring. It is my promise to you that you will always have a place in my heart. What do you say?”

I manage to take a breath before I answer. The words promise ring clear my thoughts. I take the ring and put it on my left middle finger.

“I love you too Brad.”

I kiss him.

“I just feel like a bad girlfriend cause I don’t have anything to give you.”

“Just having you is the best gift in the world. Come we have to get going or we are going to miss the show.”

He stands up and grabs the tickets on my desk. Before I can even stand he is waiting by my door for me. I shut off my bedside lamp and walk up to him.

“I’m driving.”

“Whatever you wish my lady.”

He bows.

We walk out to my new car (well used car but it is my first official car).

When we get in the car Brad finds Lady GaGa on the radio. The two of us sing along at the top of our lungs to Bad Romance.