You Belong With Me (A Zayn Malik Fan-fic)

• Chapter 14 •

YOU BELONG WITH ME • CHAPTER 14

***Dillon's P.O.V.***

After the game, Zayn walked me back. I felt bad having him go back alone, but he told me he'd have his phone on him.

I went to bed. I just couldn't bare to be up any longer. I let my dreams fill my mind.

I'm a visual learner. From what I learned in school and how I'm placed in the assigned seating arrangements, I need pictures and diagrams and things to help me learn. It was also mentioned that I dream in vibrant colors. Which, believe me, my dreams get intense.

The one I had that night was so realistic, I actually thought I was awake.

There everyone was in a beautiful courtyard of some sort. Except...everyone looked older. All ten of us.

But the numbers had certainly multiplied.

Little toddlers bounced around, teenagers texted on their phones, and some were just sitting on laps.

"Auntie Blythe! Look at my tooth!"

I stood and watched the little boy. He looked...exactly like..Zayn.

"Blaze! I told you to stay with mommy!" Sure enough Zayn scooped the boy up, and walked towards my direction. No, not my direction. To me. What? Blaze was just the name of a baby boy I envisioned in the future with my husband...not my actual kid.

"Momma?" He asked me.

I darted out of bed. What the heck?!

My brow was lined with sweat when I peered at my reflection in the mirror. And it was eleven in the morning?

What have I gotten myself into?

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I can't believe it. I'm leaving. Going back home. Now way this was possible.

Everyone was crying, including me as the limo to the boy's place drove us away. Them, standing and waving on the steps. Niall and Louis had the bright idea of running after the car, Louis falling and tripping over a brick that came out of the alignment of the border of a flower bed. Ultimately, the car was to fast for the Irish guy.

Everyone had swapped numbers. I mean, there was no way we were not staying in touch.

In fact, two minutes into the car ride, Zayn had actually started texting me.

And I adored how he put his name in as Zain in my contacts. That's the way he used to spell it. Cute and charming, might I say.

"So, ladies, how was our trip?" Camille asked, obviously Harry hadn't gotten to his phone yet since she was talking to us and not breathing all over her keyboard at the moment.

"Incredible. Niall's my favorite, officially." Roslyn implied.

"Ditto. And over Christmas, Lou's gonna come up to Wolverhampton for a few days!" Selena squealed.

"Oh, he never mentioned anything about that..." I glared at my phone. The last time he'd even called or texted was last week when I got stuck on top of the ferris wheel with Zayn.

I took one last glance out the back window. The building and boy's were nowhere in sight. I felt a little tear go down my face.

What if the fame go to their heads?

What if Zayn finds another girl?

What if I find another guy? Eh, that's not to likely.

Will he even know my name after today?