American Dream (Zayn Malik AU Fanfic)

"Cali, here we come"

Looking at the boys on both sides of her, she smiled at their sleeping state. She couldn’t help but feel close to them, as if she’s known them her whole life rather than the plane ride to California.

She felt like she could be herself with them because they encouraged that, something that her mother always lacked to do. They were the type that wanted to live life to the fullest and try everything, no matter what the consequences were.

They were the type to support anything that was random and was done out of passion and inspiration because they believed that a life without passion and inspiration is a dull and boring life that meant nothing.

Their personality and support was what she needed. It was what she was missing.

People always told her never speak to strangers, let alone accompany them on a plane ride to a different continent but what’s the meaning of life if we never take risks?

Louis and Zayn inspired her like no one else has. And at that moment, she did what she does best when she’s inspired…writing. Smiling, she started out with Louis.

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Entry 1:

Louis Tomlinson, energetic like no other. It’s as if nothing and no one can bring him down in this world because he’s too occupied in living his life to the fullest to let anyone ruin that for him. He’s the type of person that if someone doesn’t support him, he doesn’t give them two seconds of his time. He’s the type of person that loves to make others happy.

When you look into those electric blue eyes of his, you see everything he’s ever had to overcome and achieve. You see all his worries and fears. You see his happiness.

From the past hours I’ve spent with him, he’s always had a smile on his face, joking about almost anything. He has this bubbly personality that can immediately change to sassiness in a second if it was needed.

When you look at him, you see a boy whose living life to have fun. He isn’t trying to impress someone and doesn’t like it when someone tries to impress him. By just one look, you can tell how his whole life has been.

Louis Tomlinson is many things, but the most important trait of his is this one.

Louis Tomlinson is an open book.

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Entry 2:

Zayn Malik…there’s so much yet so little I could write about this special person. I’ve always been told that people exaggerate when they say that love at first sight is real, and I’ve always thought that it wasn’t…up until I met him.

I’m not sure if it’s love or just something more than a crush, but I am sure that when I looked at him, I see passion, ambition, beauty…art. When I look at Zayn, I see art.

I’ve never felt this close to anyone before, not even my own parents. But with Zayn, it’s different. The way he speaks to me about my dream makes me feel special. He makes me feel special and I lacked that throughout my life.

Zayn Malik is one of a kind.

What’s funny is that at one moment I see his eyes as light brown and the next, they are hazel and a little closer to dark green. But the beauty of his eyes isn’t what only captures me. It’s the story behind them.

Behind that adorable smile of his is misery. No matter how much he smile or laughs, I can see through it. Behind those heavenly eyes of his is a story, one that will probably keep me in tears for weeks if he happens to tell me.