Sandman // Zayn Malik AU [REWRITING SOON]

... there wouldn't be anyone else

... there wouldn't be anyone else.

        The newly improved church bell tolled twelve times, signaling the time to everyone in the square and the youngsters who were looking out of their classroom window with boredom in their eyes.

        I surprised myself when I made a visit to Earth this year. I had avoided it for the previous nine years but I guess you need to get out of the house every so often.

        My guess was that it was my subconscious that made the portal bring me back to the cafe. I just stepped in and let it whisk me away, hoping to end up on a hot beach in Hawaii, or on the statue of liberty or in the middle of the North Pole so that I could watch the Northern Lights appear, but no.

        I had to send myself to a small, dull town in the middle of England where it was raining and had a wind that almost blew the church on top of me.

        Partially it was my fault for having a small longing to come here nagging the back of my mind, but for this one I'm blaming the stupid portal for 'sending you to where your deepest desires lye'. I don't want to be where my deepest desires lye. I want to be lying on a beach or climbing up a mountain.

        Soaking up the best the world has got to offer me.

        But of course not, because my 'deepest desires' lye in a place that I swore I would never re urn too. But guess what?

        That book store I said I'd never walk into again? I walked into it. That cafe that I swore I would never again taste their coffee? I drank a whole latte. Then another one. Then I got kicked out.

        I never said that I was never going to do that but I got kicked out because I did all of the things that I said I should never do again and I just got so angry with myself that I smashed that weird, sort of cream looking mug on the floor.

        I was weak, and I didn't want to be weak. I was letting myself go. I wouldn't have been surprised if I ended up knocking on her door asking her for her love back. That's when I pulled myself together. I realized that I needed to change myself. Not completely, just a few tweaks here and there, some minor changes that would make me feel better.

        I took of the glasses that I wore for reading and cracked their lenses so that I couldn't go back on myself. I stripped myself of the ugly, porridge coloured tank top I was wearing and replaced it with a thick, night black leather jacket that was finished off nicely with a few metal spikes on the shoulders.

        The casual, light, washed denim jeans that I wore we threw in to the nearest dumpster I could find and we soon replaced with night black skinny jeans with rips on the knees and by the pockets.

        I realized walking was too 'normal' so I packed that in as well, and got a motorbike. It amazed me, the power of a car in a small vehicle that you can sit on, it's manic. But if that will change my image then manic is what I will be.

        About fifteen minutes after the bells had rung, most of the life in the square had moved inside restaurants and cafes for their dinner, which meant that it was my turn to leave. I placed down the coffee that I had ordered and slid a five pound note underneath the saucer that the cup was standing upon.

        I got to my feet, pushing my chair back with my legs as I stood, causing it to give off a shrill sound. Eyes from all corners of the cafe were aimed at me, and I took it all in.

        I was no longer the happy, smiling man that people would happily go up to and talk to. I was now the slightly scary young adult that people would try and avoid.