☆Journey☆ [Zayn]

☆Journey☆ [Zayn]

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He thought he loved it. He thought the restrictions wouldn't be too much. He thought it was what he wanted. But he was very wrong... this is just what people expected from him. He wanted to sing songs that came from his own heart and mind and not from different people with different personalities. All he wanted was for people to see him for he really was, a person who was in touch with his heart, mind and soul and not afraid of speaking his mind. The only problem was that he was too afraid to let the people down. But he could not take the torture any longer. He finally found the courage to let go and follow his heart, his original plan. This is the journey of Zayn Malik ------------------ Written by Yalaina Padayachy (@Harrys_Hair_Fudge) & Zeenat Coleman (Lashtons_Love_Child)
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You would be surprised how much only two words could affect you. He said them with great confidence and a hint of something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight. It made me want to call all my friends and family and have them enrolled in the Witness Protection Program. His hands went to my hips, fingers digging deep into my skin; keeping me in place. I kept telling him to stop, let me go, to leave me alone. But he would just smirk or laugh as his friends would have to repeat themselves to me once more, "He's always got what he wants." I don't care if he has. I mean who would? After many squirming sessions and my annoyed pleads, he finally let me go. I walked through the restaurant doors and sat at the booth my friends were at. Maybe I should ask my friends if they know him? But I only know his first name, Louis. Who is this Louis character? It doesn't matter, it's not like I'll ever see him again. #1 FOR PUNK LOUIS TOMLINSON !!

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