February 23,
That was the day I met him.
God I remember it like it was yesterday, well it kinda was actually. My therapist told me that keeping a journal would 'benefit' me.
At first, I wasn't going to, but then, I met him. That second our eyes met, I knew that this was something I wouldn't want to forget so here I am, writing in a new journal with countless blank pages.
But now to the real story, meeting him. It was quick and brief not much happened. All that really happened is that we were in the same library at the same time.
He told me he loved the book I was reading. I wasn't much of a reader actually, I was forced into reading the book. The book isn't all that bad though. I still told him though that I too enjoyed the book. He then took the seat next to me and continued the conversation.
I'm not going to lie, this guy was attractive. He had a visible tattoo on his hand, the outline of a bird. He also had a really sharp jawline, like it could cut you just by looking at it its so sharp.
After a few minutes of talking he said he had to go but before leaving, he told me his name. Zayn. Its a rather unique name but I'm fond of it. It's just a great name. He then told me his last name. Malik. I told him my name, Juliet Drover. He smiled and left.
That was the day I met Zayn Malik.
Zayn just smiled at the memory of their first meeting and turned to the next page.
March 3
Zayn Malik.
A/N
Im officially starting pages! yey. so heres the second part i hope you liked it
