Give Me Love (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter One - Hell Ends

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Jesse's perspective: 

Like so many others I had a dream. I wanted to create new characters in this world; I wanted to be an actress. Ever since I was little and understood that the characters in the movies weren’t real, that there were only other persons that pretended; I knew what I wanted to do for a living. My mum sent me away to an acting-camp every summer in England since I was 11 years old. This was going to be my seventh year.

My family comes from a little village just outside the city Örebro, a few hours drive from Stockholm. We live on a huge milk-farm. My dad is taking care of the animals together with all his employees. My mum works as a librarian in the town. My aunt, grandmother and grandfather on my father’s side also live in our house. Our house is huge! The farm had gone through generations and that’s why my grandparents lived there too, because they didn’t want to move in to the city and live on an elderly-home.

My family always had supported my dreams. Everyone was very close to one another in my lovely family. We had it easy financially and my parents had a great relationship. We siblings never fought and even though we had much money we had never been spoiled. But the last year we had gotten a lot of shit thrown at us. My two brothers had been in a car accident around six months ago. David died instantly and Albin have been in coma ever since. My entire family took this very hard of course. I’d expect that we were going to talk about it since we always had been so close to each-other. But instead everyone has been keeping their sorrow inside. My sister, Josefine, who graduated high-school a year ago, now lived far away and was home as rarely as she possible could.

For me who didn’t have any friends at all, it was extra hard. I didn’t have anyone to talk to anymore. The last couple of year I’d been very close to Albin since. Our three years age difference didn’t show as much now as it did when we were children. Now Albin or his friends weren’t here when I needed him and it made me very sad. Grandma and Grandpa were the easiest to talk to these days. Even though we lived together, I still wasn’t so close to them and it felt like we grew more apart each day.

This year it was going to be extra nice to get away for the summer; away from all terrible things and all the sad persons in my surroundings. They all just made me sadder then I already was.

I was eighteen years old and the last day of school before the summer had arrived. I hated school, because I was being bullied. Everything in my life was okay until I was around 13 years old and still was in Primary-school. I had many friends before the Lövgren cousins came to town. A few weeks later they had turned everyone against me. It went so fast I don’t even know how they succeeded.

When we later moved on to upper secondary school at age 16, I thought everything would be fine again. As much as I wanted to leave the town and everyone in school, I didn’t want to leave my family. When you’re starting secondary school in Sweden you can choose to go wherever you want to in the country so I really thought the two cousins would leave for a bigger city, but they didn’t. Emma and Sara Lövgren decided to continue making my life a living hell. So nothing changed, I still had no friends. At least now it was only one year left. Then I could get the hell out of here, not even my family held me back anymore…