My lover's killer- A Zayn Malik Fan-Fic

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Molly's POV

I'm not the same girl I used to be. That Molly King, is no longer here. And I'm not going to stop. No fucking way. I won't stop 'till I have that person's head mounted on a damn wall. I don't care what people say. I don't care if I go to prison, in a cell for the rest of my life. And I won't rest until I succeed.

*flashback*

one year earlier.

"I love this place." James said. Molly smiled. "Yeah I know. Its so beautiful here, really relaxing." she said, looking around. "Well, it's nice Molly, but nothing is more beautiful then you." he said. Molly blushed. James bent over, picked the little flower growing from the ground, and handed it to her. Molly giggled. "Thanks babe. It's so pretty." She took the time to study her boyfriends perfect face. He had black hair, no flyways or hairs that were sticking up. He had the most beautiful and biggest brown eyes ever, surrounded by many long eyelashes. He had a bad boy pout, his lips, so kissable. His smile lit up the dark. It made all the clouds run and hide behind the sun. But his heart was bigger then anything. He was always kind. Always thinking of others before himself. Molly stared into his eyes. His face leaned in closer and their lips touched. Her tongue played with his until he let her in. After about two minutes, they broke away,and Molly felt out of breath. But she didn't care. "Oh James. I love you."

Molly said, holding James's hand. He smiled. "I love you too, Molly. But Molly. I have something to tell you- er ask you." he said nervously. Molly then became concerned. "James, what is it?"

She asked. He looked at her. "Well, we have been dating for two years, and I love you, I really do. I don't ever want to lose you. And well..."

James got down one knee, and grabbed Molly's hand. "Molly King... Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

"James." Molly gasped. He then opened a black velvet box, with silver ribbon tied in a bow. The ring inside was extraordinary. To Molly at least. It was a silver ring, with tiny diamonds all around it, and one big diamond in the middle. Moly felt tears at the corners of her eyes. "Molly? Are you ok?" he asked. Molly broke down in tears of joy and happiness. "James... Yes! Oh yes!" They both cheered, as James picked her up, and spun her around, her white floral dress flowing.

"But are you sure you want to do this? I mean we are eighteen." Molly said. "Molly, I've thought this over, so many times. And I want to. I'm very sure." he grinned. Molly was so happy. Probably the happiest she'd ever been.

Her life wasent all that great. Her father left before she was born, she had never met him. Her mother worked two jobs, all her life to support Molly, and her younger brother Thomas. But she just couldn't handle it. She turned to alcohol and because of that, lashed out at Molly a lot. Molly's grades went down, not only because of that, but bullying made things worse. But all of her sadness and fears went away when she met James. She felt safe in his arms. He was the popular guy at school. He was in sports, but in band, drama, and debate club. Despite his wealth, and popularity, he was always nice to everyone, his whole family was like that. And that was that turned Molly on.

"Well, when do you want to do it?"

Molly asked. "Well, it's October now, and to get a dress, a hall, food, the people, everything, we may need till December." he said. Molly hugged him. "I don't care how long I have to wait, as long as it's you I'll spend the rest of my life with, it's worth the wait."

James smiled. "Same here Molly. I love you." she looked up at him. "I love you too James."

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The months passed by, and it was only three weeks until the wedding. Molly dreamt about it every night. The moment she'd walk down the isle of the church, in all white, being able to call the man she loved, not her boyfriend, but her husband. But who would walk her down the isle? She never knew her father. Maybe her mother would, but she wouldn't count on it. Molly talked about it with Kelsey, her best friend. "I will. I have known you since we were ten. We are close, like sisters Molly. I'll walk you down."