Give Me Love (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter Ten - The Meadow

Jesse's Perspective:

For once the camp was fun at all times. Olivia and Macey became my friends, in secret of course. They still wanted me to stand up against Tracy but I didn’t want to waste more time on her. Other good thing was that I actually manage to stay away from Tracy a lot. She just said a few mean words to me but we were never alone so she couldn’t hurt me or anything like that.

Acting was just as fun as always only even better now. Zayn probably had much to do with that. Everyone who was in the play were nice to me, even though no one talked to me when Tracy was around, but I was used to that after years on the camp. Zayn acted like a friend when we were around other people, at least he didn’t ignore me. We shared many kisses as Romeo and Juliet though and it was incredible.

Zayn and I met almost every afternoon down in the forest. We always lay in the grass and just got to know each-other. I didn’t like being his secret but I understand and it wasn’t making me mad yet. It would make me really angry if he would insult me again in public or deny us if someone thought there was something between us. But Zayn knew how hurt I was going to be if he did that, but would that really stop him? People break promises all the time.

I talked to mum often and things seemed a little bit better at home. Mum seemed happier and the few times I talked to dad or grandma and grandpa, they seemed happier too. There still was no change with Albin, he was still in coma. I wondered how long they would actually keep someone in coma. I heard cases were someone was in coma for seven years and then finally woke up. It didn’t seem fair to Albin to lie like that for so many years. I think he would be happier dead, being together with his brother.

It was always a heavy weight on my back when I thought about my family. The family everyone always said was perfect. Obviously perfect doesn’t last forever… everything has an end. The pain was always on my inside, no matter how happy I was with Zayn and my new “friends” the pain was always there. I also knew that everything beautiful has an end and I never doubted that something bad was going to happen between Zayn and me. It made it hard for me to actually enjoy my new happiness…

Zayn and I were lying in the grass playing 20 questions. We asked each-other anything between favourite colours and our first crush. Our relationship started fast so we really wanted to get to know each-other now and we loved everything about one another.

“What does your house look like? Or right, you live in an apartment, I read in a magazine on the train. Sometimes I forget that you’re in a famous band and grew up faster than me and all that. Because we’re the same age but I won’t move for another year.” Man, I could talk once I started talking. Zayn just smiled heavenly at me.

“Was that the best question you could ask?” He laughed a little. “My apartment is a big mess. That’s all I have to say about it. I like it though but I think I’ll move. It holds many bad memories.” He looked up to the sky. I think I knew what he meant with the bad memories. After all I read that magazine on the train. I knew about his old girlfriend bu the didn’t know that. He thought I didn’t know the rumours. I wanted to ask him more about them. If they were just rumours or if they were true. I needed to know but I had decided to wait until we brought it up. “How about yours?” He moved on so I guess this wasn’t the right time either to bring it up.

“My house it really big, too big these days. It’s made of bricks and really, really old. It’s like a castle. My room is huge too. I guess you have to see it with your own eyes to understand how big it really is. It went down with my family through generations. My family used to be pretty high up in the society before, but now we changed our last name and everything to a more common. I’m just rambling, sorry, I don’t know how to shut up.”