9 August 2014
Dear Zayn,
It’s been three weeks. Three weeks since I’ve had a piece of you within my hands. They say it’s hopeless, that you’re dead and gone, nothing but tiny pieces of ashy flesh. A black soul doomed to wander hopelessly over the burnt remains of your prison forever. I don’t believe it. I refuse to believe you’re anything but safe.
The news today said that the search is over. You’re all over the stations, you know. They’ve accounted for all but three inmates. So where are you, Zayn?
Write back soon,
Niall xxx
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FanfictionZayn Malik. One of the most notorious gangsters of the twenty-first century. Niall Horan. Just your average University journalism student. The two were so different from each other. They were never supposed to come in contact at all. They were neve...
