Tears pelted after he said those exact words. Those words that I have never dreamt about and don't want to think about no more. "Bye-bye. I'm sorry" Those words rang in my head with so much confusion as to why he would say that as a kid and as an adult. I entered security. The security guard who had the security stick to glide over you noticed my puffy, red eyes.
"What's wrong hun?" she asked. She was probably a middle aged women. I half laughed and half sobbed, as I wiped my tears with my sleeve.
"Nothing.... just gonna miss London. I'm leaving so many memories and my whole life behind," I admitted. She patted me on the back.
"It's ok, it happens to everybody but everybody finds away to comeback to their destiny," She reassured me. I nodded, smiled and took my belongings with me.
I boarded the airplane right away, took my seat and drifted into another world. I just want to escape the world of reality right now. I wanna go down memory lane. I shut my eyes tight. My mind wandered off to a world full of memories, just memories. The beginning of all of it; the 1D signing, the vague death note, the poison in my peri-peri sauce, the kidney transplant, confessions of my love towards Zayn, my birthday gift of the charm bracelet... the charm bracelet! I remember giving it to Zayn because I didn't want to be the third wheel in his life when Perrie was pregnant. I was so angry with him. I wonder if he still had it or he threw it away. I highly doubt that he still has it.
The engine ignited, it roared and huffed. I sat tight in my seat, gripping my arm rest. I really hate plan rides. I need to relax. OK! Happy thoughts, think about happy thoughts. Then I went blank.
I was in a lovely mansion. The sun shone bright which made a pattern on the huge delicate but abstracted shaped windows, that made colors of red, orange and mustard yellow. I felt like I was in a church, but I had a gut feeling I wasn't. I walked room from room, door to door, but couldn't find anyone to be accompanied by. Finally, as I approached to the Patio. I saw human life forms. There was a man, who had messy brown hair, tall, handsome and had a great big smile on his face. He was playing with three young kids. Two girls and one boy. The boy was a spitting imagine of the man but only younger. The younger girl had a hue of peach and tan colored skin blended together to make an unkown skin color. She had dark hair like me, but hazel eyes such as the man--------- wait a minute! I know who these people are. IT IS MY FUTURE POTENTIAL FAMILY! Zayn's gonna be my husband, we'll have three kids together. I think the older one is Ayesha. She looked kind of like Perrie but only with down syndrome but beautiful. I would never expect that Two girls and a boy. WOW! Life will be perfect for me.
Suddenly, I felt a bump. My eyes where wide awake from the disturbing vibration. I looked to my left where I cracked opened the window slightly. I was high above the sky. It was dark. Was I on the other side of the world where the crack of dawn was near? Possibly, so. I yawned, and stretched a little. I clicked on the computer in front of me to check where the plane was at. We were over the Atlantic ocean. Approximately in 2 hours this plane will land in Pearson. I sat back in my seat. I exhaled and inhaled. I thought I was gonna be sick. No, I think I was hyperventilating. I heaved. I leaped up, searched for the brown bag, and inhaled and exhaled vigorously for a couple of minutes. I think I was being delusional with this whole futuristic thing. Actually, I was being delusional with every vision I saw. Soon, I began to believe that all my dreams where a hoax, and seeing my "mother's dead angel," was just something I carried in my subconscious. How could I've been so ignorant for all these years?!
The plane muzzled itself on the platform softly. I felt no high pressure in my ears this time around. I got off as quick as I got through security and got my belongings with me. I was at the arrival waiting area. I crooked my neck upwards and tippy toed to see if I could see any familiar faces. Soon enough I saw one. It was Zain, my fiance. He was still the same Zain I saw when I left. He had a cheeky smile with a bouquet of daffodils and honeysuckles. Two of my- not- so- favourite flowers. My favourite were Carnations and red roses. I thought he knew that. I told him. Obviously, he wasn't listening to me while we exchanged our interests to each other on my 19th b-day.
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Rollercoaster (Sequel to "So We Meet Again?" Zayn Malik Fan Fic)
Fanfic[ COMPLETED BOOK!] (The next part to So We Meet Again?) Bianca leaves Bradford after meeting up with Zayn and her god daughter, Ayesha. Back at home, she is abused by her fiance and an unexpected occurrence happens which drives her to escape from h...
