Writing Music ( A Zayn Malik love story)

Z

I give my key to the valet and walk inside the hotel. Out of all the places Zayn decided for on our reunion he chose here. The same hotel me and my mum stayed at when we first moved to England.

    I swear that the memory of the first time Zayn’s mum dropped me off feels like yesterday. None of the faces of the staff seem familiar but the uniforms are exactly the same. Even the flowers seem the be arranged exactly as I remember as I walk through the lobby.

    At the entrance to the restaurant I pause to fix my sleeve. I take a moment to glance at the ink I have on my arm. I took a page from Zayn's sketchbook and made the design into a tattoo, a sort of gift to myself for my birthday.

I gather up my courage and open the door. The hostess is expecting me and she leads me to the table.

I try to focus on other things, the paintings on the wall, while we walk. I feel a magnetic pull towards something, I let my eyes focus on the back of a man's head. His hair is gelled back but the light makes it seem lighter.

The hostess leads me to that table and I quickly glance down at the ground as I sit down, I use my menu as a shield to prevent myself from looking at the guy sitting across from me.

Even though we have gone longer without seeing each other, I feel even emptier than I have ever been without him in my life these past few months. It takes all of my willpower not to look up and feel my soul melt into those chocolate eyes.

I'm afraid that I will see a change. I wish I had went with him this time but I can't turn back the clock, time only moves forward.

A deep chuckle comes from across me. I know I can't win, every cell is telling me to look. I give in and start to lower the menu. Staring at me are two blue-green eyes, identical to mine. I stand up and the red haired man mirrors my action.

I don't care that we are in the middle of the most fancy restaurant. I run up and hug my brother.

"Zachary?!" I ask shocked. I don't believe my brother is really here. But I can feel him in my arms. My eyes start to water as I feel him return my hug.

"I missed you too Carla."

Hi everyone I'm sorry that I haven't been on in a while, I hope that this chapter makes up for that. I'm sorry to say that this is the last chapter of this story like Z is the last letter of the alphabet but that does not mean that I won't stop writing. I am currently working on a sequel that will answer some questions about Carla's past. I'll add a link to that story once I have put some of it up. I hope you enjoyed my story and if you have noticed any mistakes please comment and I will fix them.