Annabell (Zayn Malik)

Prologue 

I watched as my baby girl slept. She looked so peaceful, so blissfully unaware of the fact her mother was gone and never coming back. I studied every inch of her small, sleeping frame. She looked like me, thick black her already on her head. Even though I couldn’t see it looked like she had her eyes. They were the same shape and hopefully the same color. I could picture them in my head, a soft green with splashes of blue. Holding her in my arms I made a promise. Even though your momma is gone I will do the best I can to raise you my Annabell, my sweet, perfect, Annabell.