Fix You (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter Twelve

Chapter 12 FYZM

[][][][]So, Confession time. People always ask me why I always write my stories with scenes of water, or oceans or lakes. Well, truth is, I have a large fear of lakes and oceans. Not pools or tubs or anything like that, but I won't go into a lake or an ocean. I guess it's a phobia, something I don't think I could ever overcome. So, I write about them. I wrote about the waves and the colours and the sounds. It sounds like I'm addicted to them, but really, I'm terrified. Anyways, enjoy this chapter!! (: [][][][]

•Skylar•

The frozen waves splashed along the white shoreline, creating only little indents in the white, cold sand. I couldn't even imagine how cold that ocean water would be at this time of the year. Snowflakes stained the top of the wooden deck that trailed to the middle of water. I could practically feel the water as it splashed against my bare, silky skin. Oh lord, what did I get myself into?

Why did I forgive him when there is still so much hatred I feel towards the boy? Was it my feelings? My thoughts? The memories?

I'm stuck. And it's almost impossible for me to be free.

My gaze was glued to the blue waves that became darker the more steeper it got. It was almost like I could see the dolphins leaping out of the surface, enjoying the refreshing cool air. But that couldn't be possible. I was just seeing things. Only in the short distance, people scurried around the people filled deck, carrying bags full of gifts and wrapping paper. I could see the paleness in their faces, and how much they dreaded walking in this type of weather. It was pretty chilly, maybe one of the most chilliest days of the season.

Behind me was the tour bus, not quite a long walk, but not to short either. It was only me sitting in the white, frozen sand. I wasn't surrounded or crowded by my fans for once, it actually felt nice. I needed some of my own time, to think and rethink again. I needed to breathe. I needed help, and I was sad to admit it.

"Fancy having a bit of company?" I heard the familiar Bradford accent that belonged the the boy I was in love with. A smile didn't make its way to my lips, nor did a smirk. I effortlessly turned around, facing the young lad who stood in his varsity jacket and Nike's. his hair was flattened an not in the usual quiff it had always been in. It kind've reminded me of home. Bradford. But that feeling disappeared within seconds. I shrugged, cuddling myself into my red comfy winter jacket more, enjoying the feeling of warmth radiating from the piece of wool.

"It's beautiful out here, isn't it?" Zayn asked, sitting down next to me as he placed his legs out in front of him. He shivered from the feeling of coldness touching his skin, soon rubbing his hands against each other rapidly as he blew hot air from his breath in the cup of his palms. I watched his every move intently, studying the way he worked. After all, I haven't seen him in 2 years..

"Yup," I nodded slightly, biting my lip until a bit of raw blood dripped in my mouth, creating a small pool of blood on my tongue. I flinched at the taste, scrunching my nose as I did so.

"Do you remember when we swam at the beach in the winter?" Zayn chuckled awkwardly, making small conversation to block out the silence that breathed around us. A small smiled crept onto my lips at the thought, my eyes brightening with dull happiness at the memories we once shared.

{Skylar, Age 16}

"C'mon, babe. Lets go, pleaseee!" Zayn whined, slumping his shoulders as he pleaded for my body to swim into the frozen water. I think no.

"No is no, Zayn. We'll get sick," I stated, motioning my hands at the water the created small puddles of ice in the white sand upon us. It swam through my toes, tickling the pads of my feet. Zayn groaned, leaning down to my height as he placed his warm and soft hands on my covered waist.