Zayn and Winter age 10
“Zayn,” I groaned, poking the older boy.
“Winter,” He mocked me, poking me back.
“I don’t want to go to bed.” I looked at him.
“Neither do I,” He told me, cocking his head.
“We should do something.” I suggested.
“Like what?” He asked, poking me.
“Cookies,” I squealed, jumping off the bed. He jumped out too and we trudged downstairs. I turned on a light and looked around, searching for a cookie dough mix.
“Found it!” Zayn whispered. He threw the bag at me and I read the directions and started making the cookies.
“Do you think I’m fat?” I asked my best friend, pulling up my shirt and revealing my stomach.
“Nope,” Zayn laughed, popping the ‘p’.
“Good, I won’t feel bad about eating tons of cookies than.” I smiled, hugging Zayn.
Zayn and Winter right before the X Factor
“I don’t want you to go.” I groaned, grabbing the older boy.
He sighed quietly. “Winnie, I’m going.”
“You’re going to forget me though! I know you will.” I muttered, looking at him.
“No, I won’t.” He promised.
“Bull shit Zayn. You’re going to hook up with a chick from the X Factor. If you become famous, you’re going to hook up with famous chicks that all care about your money!” I shouted at him.
“What is your problem, Win?” Zayn gasped.
“I don’t want to lose you, Zayn Malik. You’re my best friend in the whole wide world. The only guy I can actually trust. And I’m losing you. If you become famous, I’m going to have to remember every day that I lost you. I’m going to see your face in every magazine. I’m going to find out who you’re dating. You’re going to never bring me up. I mean like, ever.” I rambled on. Zayn raised his eyebrows and I shrugged. “I ramble when I’m angry.”
“I know Winter. I know what you’re favorite color is; purple. I know what you’re favorite animal is; liger. I know what you’re favorite movie is; Napoleon Dynamite. I know what size shoe you wear; six. I know you’re scared to commit to someone. I know you are scared to death to have a baby, to be alone, or to die alone. I know everything about you Winnie, I won’t forget you.” Zayn told me, kissing my forehead.
“Zayn,” I groaned, hugging him.
“I won’t, I won’t forget about you.” He stuttered.
I love you Zayn Malik.
Zayn,
Zayn,
I need to see Zayn.
Like, right now.
I need to see Zayn Malik.
And that’s when I knew I couldn’t stay away from him any longer.
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