The waves are calm but the water is still too cold to go swimming so the beach is empty except for me and Zayn. It has been difficult for us to spend time together, either I have been busy with the movie release or he has been preparing for the Take Me Home tour. We are enjoying our last day before he has to leave.
The weather is a bit nippy out but Zayn and I are sitting together, huddled under a warm blanket. My left hand is in Zayn’s right. I pulled my knees to my body so that I’m resting my chin on my left arm on top of my knees.
“You know I always wondered why you came to the beach with me even though you are afraid of the open water.” I say curious.
“Whatever time I could spend with you, I took the chance,” He says taking my hand and kissing it. “And as afraid I am of the ocean, I was more afraid of you being in danger.”
I turn my head to look at him. His brown eyes, the first thing I noticed when we first met, are warm and full of love.
“I was always scared of never finding any place to belong to. After the divorce me and my mum were moving so much I didn’t have time to make any friends before we had to leave.” I’m opening my heart to him, more than I have ever done. “And after I met you, I was terrified I would have to say goodbye again. I mean my mum moved across the pond to get a job, what would stop her from moving again? That meal in the cafe, I felt more connected with you than I have ever felt before and that has never changed. When me and my mum ended up staying for longer and longer I felt safer. Though I didn’t want my heart broken if you and I started dating and then my mum got a job somewhere else. That was why I started dating other guys, I dated Brad first. After I broke his nose and broke up with him, I realized that I loved you. I didn’t want to ask you out on the beach that day because I didn’t want you thought as the rebound guy.”
His hands are overlapping mine now and the cold is not bothering me at all. The smallest of contact I have with him always warms my whole body.
“I always thought that you only considered us as friends. That is why I distanced myself from you even though I always had strong feelings. And if you ever did move away, I would make sure that I went with you because I couldn’t let my heart go.”
I know he is honest. As if we are thinking the same thing, we lean in and kiss. I tilt my head so that we don’t bump our noses together.
THe kiss powerful, although it does not even amount to a fraction of our love. This man, my man is the reason for my existence, my anchor.
We break the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.
“I’m sorry I ever made it seem like I only cared for you as a friend.” I say to Zayn wishing I could take away that pain all those years. I could never forgive myself for that.
“Just having you in my life is the best thing ever that could happen in the whole world. I never will be able to heal the heartbreak I caused you when I dated Lori.” He says, his eyes full of regret. “But I swear to you, I will never let my love for you fade. I’m not asking to start a future with you right now, I want to do that when I’m sure that we can be together without any worry. While I’m away on tour I want to know that both my heart and home are safe, after all; home is where the heart is.”
He reaches into his coat pocket and pull out a key. I open my hand and put the copy of his house key on my palm.
I feel like the key is more than a symbol of his love for me, he trusts me.
I kiss him on the cheek and then whisper in his ear.
“We better make sure this key works. And I have a pretty good idea of how we should spend tonight, the next time we see each other I won’t be a teenager.”
I hear him chuckle.
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Writing Music ( A Zayn Malik love story)
FanficThirteen-year old Carla did not like the idea of moving across the Atlantic Ocean until she met a brown-eyed boy. Could either of them have guessed that the same boy would become one of the most famous teenage musicians just a few years later?
