Give Me Love (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter Twenty-One - No Shining Light In The Dark

Jesse’s Perspective:

We woke up at 4 am; the two hour drive took us two hours. Alex drove while Zayn and I sat in the back. We were silent but basically we sat and hugged each-other the entire way. Once we arrived, I went inside together with Zayn while Alex stayed outside. I walked as fast as I could with my crutches. Not so many people were at the entrance of the airport and no paparazzi; they didn’t know Zayn was going to be here.

Zayn checked in his baggage and then he pulled me in for a tight hug.

“Jessica, don’t ever hesitate on calling me when you have a rough time. I’m always here for you. I will always love you. Don’t ever doubt my love for you, my heart belongs to you. Literally, it got your name on it.” He said referring to his tattoo; it made me smile a little through my tears. He was crying too. I didn’t know what to say because he had said everything.

“I love you. Forever.” I said as more tears streamed down. Our lips crashed together and like that we said our desperate good-byes. All too soon he was gone. I was left staring at his back going up on the escalator. He turned around one last time before he disappeared.

Stumbling on my own feet, I walked out again. I felt weak and I couldn’t remember where Alex was waiting in the car. Soon he was right there to keep me steady and together we went to the car. What was I suppose to do now?

“We're born with millions

Of little lights shining in the dark

And they show us the way.

One lights up, every time you feel love in your heart

One dies when it moves away”

That’s how I felt. Without Zayn I would have no one to guide me through the dark I was stuck in.

Zayn being on a world tour really made it hard for us to keep in touch. We tried, we really did try and even though we were only seeing each-other through a screen, the feelings we had for each-other never changed. We were only waiting for the moment when we could be reunited. The few short periods when Zayn was back in England, he couldn’t go and visit me because I forced him to stay there. I didn’t want Zayn to make any “mistakes” as management would call them. I couldn’t visit him in secret either because I was just so busy with school all the time. Maybe I used that as an excuse because I was too afraid we would get caught if I went to London to see him.

As the months past we called each-other less and less each week. Suddenly he wasn’t answering his phone, I guess he lost his phone or something but he was never online on Skype either. It was like he was gone.

I really needed him there when my parents got a divorce. I needed him there when I came home from school and been called different things all day long. I needed to talk to him and I needed him to love me. The love my brother or Alex gave me was no longer enough. I wanted someone that loved me the way Zayn did and the only one that could love me like that was Zayn.

When I finally graduated in the spring of 2013, we moved. Since mum and dad had a divorce mum moved in to town, to a little department. But now she wanted to go home to her family. Which meant England, where she was born and where her parents live. So Mum, Albin, Josefine and I moved there together to start a new life - without my dad. When I was young I believed in true love just by looking at my parents. They used to be so in love, now they couldn’t talk anymore and my dad had changed into a complete jerk.

This made me doubt in love. Sometimes I thought that maybe Zayn and I just weren’t meant to be. I tried to tell myself that nothing had changed between us but distance and no longer talking to each-other kept us so far apart.

My family just left everything behind and moved to London where my uncle lived. There we bought a small row-house in the north of the city. It had four small bedrooms and a really small garden in the back. I don’t even know if you can call it a garden compared to the one we used to have back home in Sweden. We could only afford a big house like that thanks to the money mum received from divorcing dad; houses are really expensive in London and UK over all! 600 000 pounds for that house was really much, it was 6 million Swedish crowns!

I dreamed of running into Zayn but of course I never did. Remember Olivia and Macey from the camp? Well they shared a little apartment in the south of the city. They went to the same school as I, LondonTheatreSchool. We were good friends and they knew about Zayn and I. They were still friends with Harry but they rarely met him. One Direction released another album and went on a new tour in 2014. There was a rumor going around that after that tour they would take a break and slow down after working non-stop for 4 years.

When we moved to London I actually manage to start over. No I didn’t find a new boyfriend, never ever would I find any one else. But I focused on my family; I focused on my school and on my career. I went around to all kinds of auditions trying to get parts in different plays and such. I succeeded on some small parts and I was happy as long as I had something to do. Being occupied made me think less of Zayn.

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July 14th 2014, I was on tube on my way home from the centre of London when Olivia called and I answered quickly.      

“Hello?”

“Jessica! Guess what?” She yelled in my ear, something obviously made her really excited; she was usually a very calm person. “I got three tickets to the Graham Norton show!”

“Wow, how did you afford them?!”

“I, um… I… won them!”

“Really?!”

“Yes!” She said excited. “You’re better be coming!”

“Of course, who’s going to be the guests?”

“Um… Coldplay!”

“Coldplay, really? I have to see that!” I said stepping of subway as it stopped at my station.

“It’s tomorrow at 3pm.”

“Alright, we should meet up in the city at 1 pm or something then?” ¨

“Sounds good, see you then!”

I was now at our house and I opened the door. It smelled really nice from my mother’s dinner. We all ate together and laughed. I loved this family. Everything was good here, we rarely fought, we all took care of each-other and we just were happy.

After watching TV for a while, I went upstairs to bed. I would be seeing Coldplay tomorrow in an interview, now that was something! I was really looking forward to it.