“Hey,” He said, and I couldn’t help but smile. He had this effect on me. Always. In fact, for how many years, since I saw his deep hypnotizing eyes, he still makes me smile. I like him. Of that, I’m positively sure.
He sat beside me; I took a deep breath. He said nothing. But instead, he closed those beautiful eyes. I looked at him and wondered what’s going on inside his head. “Isa, you’re quiet. That’s something I really like about you. You’re giving me time to think. You always listen.” Then he smiled.
If he only knows why I’m quiet. I just can’t find the words to say to him every time he’s beside me. I don’t care I’m 17 and he’s 19. He’s broken me down again and again. But I love him and he doesn’t know.
“ What do you want me to listen to today Zayn? Is this about your girl again?” I rolled my eyes trying to be sarcastic. There’s a bit of burning feeling in my stomach after I said those.
“How long have you been here?”
“Not long Mr. Malik.”
There was a short pause for a while; Zayn’s staring at me now. I know, even though I was staring at the tree in front of us. I could feel him breathing.
“You do know we broke up right?”
My eyes widened, pretending I feel bad. I stare back at Zayn. His eyes, those eyes that I was longing to be mine forever are staring right into mine.
“I-I—I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking when I –“
“It’s alright Isa. She’s not really my kind of girl after all.” His lips curved upwards.
I looked down and cracked my knuckles. He took my hand trying to help me up, His eyes lit up and again I’m amused of how smooth he is. We’re dancing. He’s singing. I’m having the time of my life. He sure knows how to kill me softly.
“If I told you that I’ve loved you all my life, would you take it as a joke?” He said.
I try to shake myself and bring it back to reality. This is Zayn Malik.
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I know you really don’t. I’m just another wide-eyed girl. You just probably see me as a friend or just another girl.”
He smiled, and then silence is all there is. I turned and walked away, he grabbed my arm and asked me to stay and said, “You’re all I could think about. Stay? Please.”
He’s moving closer until there’s about half of an inch distance between us.
“Malik, I’m scared.”
He grinned, and spoke softly right into my ears, “Scared of what? I’m here. Always, I’m not losing you this time.”
“I’m not losing you now either idiot!”
He kissed me. And since then I know, it was the beginning of something good between Zayn and I.
Forever is a long time.. But I wouldn’t mind spending it by your side.