"Save me from who I'm supposed to be"
It has now been 2 weeks since the fire, my arm has a nasty burn on it and there now a large scar running across my hip, thanks to the fall I took.
I was staying at my mothers house until I got myself another place to stay, insurance pays for most of the cost. I got up out of my bed and fixed myself some breakfast. After that I sat down at my computer and began searching for the names of the people that worked at our local fire department. It had pictures by the names so it would be easy to find this guy.
The first man had blonde hair with brunette roots. He obviously dyed it, this was not Him.
The second man had buzzed length brown hair. He had strong attractive features like Him but it wasn't.
The third one took me by surprise and left me breathless. It was him. I knew it. It was the same face from that night,the same one that saved me. His name was Zayn Malik.
I sat there stunned that I had found that beautiful man. I wanted to know everything about him and I wanted to talk to him. But how was I supposed to do that? By any means necessary.
A/N: HEY GUYS SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE. AND SORRY FOR THE SHORT CRAPPY CHAPTER!! AND ALSO SORRY THAT THIS STORY SUCKS. I AM REALLY NOT FEELING THIS ANYMORE IM NOT MOTIVATED TO UPDATE AND NOBODY IS READING MY STORY, I HAVE NO VIEWS AND NO VOTES.
