Forever z.m

Flashbacks

Awe, look them Mandy! Before we know it, they'll be getting married and having kids."

"Ew, boys are gross!" I cross my hands over my chest and throw my pigtails back.

"Well, girls have cooties!"

"I don't! Boys have cooties!" I shriek.

"Well, I don't watch princesses! Go powerangers!"

"Zayn! Please, honey sit down and eat your food." Mrs.Malik scolds the boy.

"Whats your name?" I ask the boy. He takes a huge bite of his chicken strips.

"Zayn!" He smiles with food in his mouth. I wrinkle my nose. "Whats your name?" He asks me.

"Libby!" I happily reply. I have always loved my name.

"Libby? What name is that?"

"Well, my real name is Libatha but I like Libby better." I smile and he nods.

"Kids, are you done? We are going to miss the movie." My mom calls us.

"Race ya." Zayn challenges.

"Your on!" I smile. Maybe boys aren't so bad.

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"Ugh, my mom says we're gonna get married one day." Zayn huffs and falls on to his bed.

"Like that will ever happen." I roll my eyes. It had been his 12th birthday.

"What do you and Anna talk about at school?" He asks.

I shrug. "School, music boy bands."

"Come on, Nothing like boys or anything like that?" He stares into my eyes.

"No, not really. Why?"

"No reason." He sighs again.

"Is there something Zayn?"

"No."

"I know you better than that."

"Fine. Have you ever heard of.. well. Sex?"

"Well, yeah. I'm not an idiot Zayn. Why?"

"Fuck Libby!"

"Oh My Gosh! Zayn! You just. Swore!"

"Lib, don't be so innocent. Yeah, I swear. It's not like you don't hear it."

"Why are we talking about this?"

"Libby, I. Dammit. I like you ok? I like you." He fluffs his hair and turns around.

"You, like me?" I question.

"Well, I think. Can we make a promise?"

"What promise?" He comes closer to me. So our faces are closer to each other.

"By the time I'm 25 and you're 24. And if we are not in a relationship, we get married."

"Why?"

"I just don't want to be alone. Plus, we know each other! It wont be like an arranged marriage. We'll just say we fell in love, or some shit like that."

"Zayn, I don't know."

"Fine!" He throws his hands in the air. "Do whatever you Want Libatha, I don't care. But don't come crying to me!"

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'Ohh girl, we're gonna party!'

'Spenc, no, I'm 14."

'We can go to one of those 'Winie hut jrs!'

'Spencer, no.'

"Wow. raining on the party Libbers.'

'I'll call you when I get home.'

Zayn had been on my mind recently. I have no clue why.

2 years. It went by fast, I'll tell ya.

I was walking fast down the street. Hearing all of the honking, sirens, and people.

I loved New York, don't get me wrong. It just didn't compare to Bradford.

I should take a taxi. I walk across the street, stopping every now and then so I wont get hit.

I stand next to the curb for about 5 minutes until a taxi pulls over.

"Where to?" The cab driver asks me.

"Washington street please." I smile at him.

'Guess whos about to be at your door? Winie hut jr. time.'

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"Libby will you, no. Be my girlfriend. Please?"

At first I'm shocked.

What do I say? Do I like him enough to date him? Pblicity? What will Spencer say? What will dad say?

I can't process all of it. Do I want to be thrown into the world of the world's biggest boy band?

The words slip from my mouth.

"Yeah, yes." I smile. His hazel eyes light up and his smile is like the Cheshire cat. It would a memory forever stuck in my head.

He spins me around. He kisses my forehead. I bury my face into his neck.

I cant help but picture the little boy with black hair and hazel eyes in my dreams.

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Hiyya! so, we learned about Libby!! and Zayn!

I love writing Spencer. did i say that?

Soo i am going to try my best to start updating normally. just, dont expect a chapter next week. sooo i dont really know what to say..

Thanks for reading!!! comment, and vote!!!!

Byeeeeeeeeee Ily!❤️