Long Lost and Refound - A Zayn Malik Story

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Long Lost and Refound

Zayn's POV

Avery. Hm. I don't think she's much for first impressions.

I lay in bed after waking up, not wanting to get out of bed, thinking about last night.

I'd been on my late night stroll and I'd heard a heart-wrenching sound. I'd looked up from the pavement and I saw a crouched figure in front of Mrs. Walsh's lawn. I approached quietly, hesitantly. As I got closer, I noticed the girl was screaming. Into her knees. Well this is awkward... I thought to myself at that moment. I stood in front of her and cleared my throat. She didn't hear it. Then she ran out of breath. I was about to cough again but then she took a deep breath and started screaming. I half thought of pretending I never saw her and moving on, but curiosity got the better of me. Anyways, I would die just thinking about it. The whole "what if..." situation. If I never interrupted her, I would've been lying here wondering if she'd jumped off a bridge, or if she'd needed surgery on her vocal cords. Instead of contemplating her personality.

She'd been extremely shy. I'd guessed she was really embarrassed about how I'd found her. The poor girl was a mess. Her mascara was frozen to her cheeks. I wasn't sure if I was just seeing it but there was a bruise forming under her eye.

The first thing I'd noticed about her, though, was her eyes. They were the strangest shade of brown. It was like God had taken her brown eyes and lightly mixed in a drop of amber and a drop of green to create a ring of the two colours around her pupils. And her irises were outlined in grey. I'd never seen anything of the sort.

I'd thought of asking her what was wrong, but thought better of it. I'd guessed that what she'd needed was a break from whatever was causing her trouble. So I decided not to pry. And the girl surprised me; the first thing she'd asked me, other than what I wanted with her, was if my glasses were real! I smiled to myself, pressing my cheek to my pillow. In turn, I turned and placed them on her face. Apparently I sucked at putting them on her... I let her keep the glasses, though. And I knew it would make a great picture.

When I put my arm around her, she jumped. As though she wasn't used to it. I didn't really mean to put my arm around her. It sort of just happened. When she kind of freaked out, I just pretended as though I do it all the time. Instead of embarassing myself and pulling away. She seemed extremely uncomfortable, so I distracted her and she relaxed.

The picture turned out perfect. Her, with her mess of a face and my glasses, and me smiling my cute smile. I picked my mirror off the side table, inspecting my lashes. I wondered what it was that she'd noticed about me first. I sighed, putting the mirror back down.

I reached into the pocket of my sweatpants, pulling out the crumpled piece of paper with her number on it. It read her name and number. Last night she'd also described where her house was. Just a couple houses down from where she was having her breakdown. I pulled out my phone, punching in her number.

Hey :) x

She replied almost immediately

Who is this?

Zayn

Oh hey :D

Vassap?

Just woke up u

Same. Thinking

Haha same

I wondered what she was thinking about.

Wanna hang later? :)

Um sure where