Its been 8 years since I last saw Zach. He was my best friend. We would knock on each others door everyday. I was five and he was six. People often made fun of him for hanging out with someone younger than him, but he always ignored it. He made my sad days better. Then one day his parents took him away from me, and I didn't see him for a very long time until I saw him singing in a viral Instagram post. I was shocked. I didn't know he could sing. I looked for his Instagram for an hour before I found him. He looked so different. I wish I could see him again. I tried to dm him, but I didn't get a response for weeks. I was so disappointed. I thought he might have forgot about me because of his sudden fame. I hope the one video didn't change him forever.
After a few weeks, I was still thinking about Zach Herron, or should I say Zachary Dean Herron. He still hasn't answered my dm, and its really starting to concern me. I keep telling myself that my messages just keep getting lost with-in all the other girls obsessing over his baby face. I need to get over that boy quick. Before he ruins me.
*2 YEARS LATER*
School is drains almost every last ounce of energy left in me. At the end of the day I always scroll through the explore page on Instagram. I came across an attractive guy, and being the basic teenage girl I can be, I went to his profile to end up scrolling down to a post from 2 years ago. Before I had the chance to actually start scrolling I noticed that in his bio it said "⅕ of Why Don't We." I wasn't sure what it meant at first, but I soon realized that it was the name of his band. I quickly looked up "whydontwe" hoping for this attractive boy, named Corbyn. I found the account " @whydontwemusic ." I quickly looked for the blonde boy. I found him in one of the pictures and followed the account ASAP. As I was looking through their posts, I recognized one of them... He kind of looked like Zach Herron..?
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Meet Me Again (PAUSED [Writers Block :( ])
FanfictionBeing 5 and playing with my best friend in the front yard, is my favorite memory by far. I havent seen him for years since he moved, I hope we meet again.