Writing Music ( A Zayn Malik love story)

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The weather is so warm out without a cloud in the sky that I could easily take a nap.

“Are you still awake Carlie?” Harry asks breaking the silence.

I sit up and face him.

“What is it Harold?” I respond back.

“Are things okay between you and Zayn?"

“What do you mean?” I ask nervously.

“He has seem a bit off recently,” Harry starts to say.

Before he can say anymore a string of curses comes from Bree. Harry and I laugh as we look up to see Zayn score another goal against her.

"I give up" Bree says exhausted. She walks over and collapses on the blanket next to Harry. Zayn jogs over and grabs a drink from the cooler.

“Did I miss the fun?” An Irish voice asks from behind us. We all turn and see Niall standing with a woman. She looks to be a bit older than me with reddish brown hair though it does not seem like that is its natural color.

“We were just relaxing for a bit,” Harry says with his arm draped on Bree’s shoulders.

Niall introduces us to his girlfriend Kiara.

“Don’t tell me that I missed all of the grub,” Louis says appearing out of nowhere almost.

“No, I made sure that Niall didn’t eat it all,” Kiara says unpacking the bag she brought.

“And she had to hide it well. I can’t resist her cooking,” Niall says kissing the top of her head.

I figure that Louis is here because he doesn’t want to spend time with Maylee, I know that the two of them have been having trouble. The seven of us eat the food Kiara made. She tells us that she wants to go into baking.

After we are done eating Niall and Louis try to get a game going.

“Who wants to play football?” Louis asks.

“I’m still tired from soccer,” Bree says lying across Harry’s laugh.

The rest of us laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Bree asks annoyed.

“Football is soccer,” I explain to Bree. Her face turns redder than a rose.

Zayn and I agree to play against Louis and Niall.

“I will try to go easy on you,” Louis says as we start.

He regrets his words at the end of the game when Zayn and I win by five goals.

“Why aren’t you an athlete?” Niall asks we join the others on the blanket again.

“I would have but I have one problem,” I say.

“Asthma,” Bree answers for me. “I remember your brother mentioning that you have it."

I look over at Zayn, he has been quiet most of the afternoon. Harry's words echo in my mind and I can't help but feel like it is my fault that my boyfriend is acting weird.