"So, you're the sky," I repeated.
"I'm the night sky. The black, mysterious, matter eating night sky," Zayn reminded me.
"Okay, but why do you love the moon?" I pondered slowly.
He stretched his arms slowly up to the sky, sort of cupping his fingers as if he was cupping the moon in his hands. His smile turned somewhat solemn, his eyes glinting with the moon's pale glow.
"I love her because she guides me, she helps me see my way." he answered. It sort of dwelled on me that he referred to the moon as a she rather than a he, which most people referred it to. Yet, I knew it wasn't my place to ask.
"So, you'll help me?" I asked one last time, looking at Zayn while he kept his eyes on the sky. He slowly knit his hands together and pressed them to the back of his neck, getting a makeshift pillow. Closing his eyes for a moment, he inhaled and exhaled slowly, before opening them again.
"I guess so," he started, "but there's one rule."
"Anything," I insisted quickly.
"There can't be anything between us, as far as love goes."
Biting my lip, I looked back up, focusing on the big white moon rather than on his gaze which I knew was on me. I let my lips slowly spread into a smirk. "Deal."
That was the first promise I ever broke.
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the boy who loved the moon «on hold»
Fanfictionwe'd all love to know someone mysterious, as dark as the night sky, fearless, and absolutely breathtaking. someone who would spend their nights alone with their thoughts and still be the most interesting person in the whole galaxy. someone who under...
