chapter one

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I decided I would start the first chapter the same night I created this story so you know how it will go. I hope you enjoy my second story ever!! muah babes :*

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Zayn's point of view;

I am at the park enjoying this nice weather. I am swinging on the swings as high as I can. All of a sudden this blonde hair beautiful girl sits down on the bench in front of me. She has headphones in her ear while reading the book 'lovely bones'. How can she listen to music and read at the same time? I should go talk to her but I don't want to bother her. I will do it. She is beautiful with her green eyes, long blonde hair, ripped skinny jeans and a plaid shirt.

I ask her "what are you listening to and reading?" No reply.

I grab my phone out and go to notepad and type it in.

She smiles and takes my phone and types "A special song that helps me relax while reading".

"Can I listen?"

She mouths "I can't hear you" while pointing to her ears.

She gets up and leaves. I don't want her to leave. Will she be here again if I come back tomorrow? I don't usually go to this park but I am willing to.

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Precious' point of view;

This cute boy is on the swings and is staring straight at me. I want to look but I can't. I know he is staring at me because I can feel it. He sits next to me two minutes later. Oh god. Do I look cute? He is really good looking. With his tattoos showing. Nothing more hotter then a guy with tattoos. He has the most perfect brown eyes, too. Just dreamy.

He says something to me but I can't hear him. I am deaf. If he knows then I will be embarrassed. I don't want him to stop trying to talk to me. We text back and forth on his phone.

About an hour later:

It's getting late, it's around 7:30 and I need to get home before my mom gets worried. I wave goodbye to Zayn and walk away. I am going to go back to the park tomorrow hoping he is there. This time I will bring my sticky notes and a permanent marker.

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