Run With Me Again

Intro

Hi you guys!

If you read Not So Picture Perfect, my Zayn Malik fanfic, you will surely know that this isn't a rushed romance! If you want to read those stories where they fall in love by the second chapter after they meet, then get out. -__- I'm serious, it takes patience my friend. I want you to get that flutter when you read something really sweet, cause you spent time with the character.

And I know that Liam is currently with the LOVELY and BEAUTIFUL Danielle Peazer & I TOTALLY RESPECT THAT, it's just that I have a really good idea, and I had to share it. 

I ENJOY your feedback, so please feel free (Not forced) to comment, vote, or share. And my female leads are always American, cause I'm terrible with British English Accents. Sorry if this intro is short.

And you may begin! ;D -Karen Romeran

Run With Me Again. By Karen Romeran

2006 - Age Thirteen

I am a runner.

I do not dance.

I do not sing.

I  do not act.

I'm no professional, but I just run for the sake of it. Running is probably the closest I can get to flying. I mean of course you can fly a plane and glide through the winds, but you're on a piece of automobile. Isn't the automobile the one flying? Not you? When I run, I'm the one doing the work. I'm the one making the air rush past my face, building up momentum and feeling like you're unstoppable.

Every morning at 5am I wake up early before school starts and go for a five mile run. Today is my first morning in Wolverhampton. My mother and father wanted to be spontaneous and live somewhere other than Dallas, Texas. I will never understand why they wanted to move, but I'll probably hate the fact that they moved and dragged me along forever.

I woke up and after my morning routine I changed into my Nike running shorts and a spare shirt I found. I tied the laces of my Nike running shoes (Nike fan right here) and pulled my hair back into a high ponytail. I plugged my earphones in my ears and left the house. Mom said that there was a five mile pathway somewhere. Ah, there it is.

I start down the path and start jogging. I should warm up and get used to this area today, so that I can run tomorrow. I don't see anybody else running, so this path is probably mine now. Perfect, now I don't have anyone to bother me when I'm running. The air is crisp, cool, and clean.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Pace yourself. Nobody is watching you. I kept to myself and relaxed as I jogged. I was keeping a steady pace and was in zen mode. Still active, yet I was completely calm and carefree.

WHOOOSH.

A boy who looked around my age rushed past by me. He was a couple inches taller probably and had straight brown hair. The boy kept running and didn't seem to acknowledge my presence. The people in Wolverhampton are extremely nice and have hospitatility. I kept jogging anyways, he wasn't going to stop me. I kept my pace the same, but he was so far ahead. Maybe I should start running, so he won't think I'm a slow poke or something. Gah! No!

I jogged a little faster for a moment and caught up with him. He was still ahead of me, but I was curious. I wanted to watch him run.

I never talked to him or introduced myself to him. I just ran with him, except that he was very far ahead of me this time. He was just another runner on this pathway.

...but sooner than later he wasn't.