"nemophilist: (n.) a haunter of the woods; one who loves the forest and its beauty and solitude." — "I don't think it matters, Zayn." I spoke softly, the tears spilling over my cheeks. He wiped the tears away, lifting my chin so my eyes would meet his. "Of course it matters Evelyn. Tell me what you're running from. Tell me what you're so afraid of." He spoke sternly, but I found a sense of comfort in his voice. I looked into his deep brown eyes, the color of the leaves in fall. Then, with all the strength and courage I had in me, I asked something that would change my whole life. "Do you love me?" — a Zayn Malik fan fiction "Forests" by xblackhopeAll Rights Reserved