For Kaitlyn- Zayn Imagine "I’m going to miss you. A lot." Zayn half-smiles. You notice his eyes are glistening. "I’ll miss you too Zayn. But we’ll see each other soon, right?" "Of course." The two of you hug for much longer than friends should. You take in his cologne. It’s something you want to remember. As he releases you a car horn beeps. You turn your head and see your friend waving to you. You and Zayn were going your separate ways. He was going on an international tour and you were going to University. You both knew your busy schedules would mean you wouldn’t see each other for a while, but neither you or Zayn would admit it. "Goodbye Kaitlyn." "Bye Zayn." ‘I love you’, you thought mentally, but sighed at how painful it would be to say. 4 years later: Finals are finished! You have graduated and are now a qualified teacher. "So, what are your plans. Where will you go?" Your room mate asks you. She had completed her bachelor in journalism and wanted to move to America. "I’m going back to Bradford to teach at a primary school there." You explain and she nods her head, but you can see she is holding something back. "What?" "It’s nothing Kailtyn." "Tell me. Please." She rolls her eyes. “I just think that you’re moving back there so that you feel closer to him.” You squint your eyes well aware of who “him” is. "We never even dated. I’m moving back to Bradford because my family is there!" "You haven’t been on a date in, like, forever. And every date you’ve been on has ended horribly." "Maybe I haven’t been on a date because I can’t find one? Ever thought about that?" You snarl defensively and your friend raises her brows. "Seriously? That guy in the room a few doors down from us, who’s in your classes, is completely smitten with you. Plus he’s cute." The guy she was referring to had blonde hair, pale skin and green eyes. Not your type at all. You wanted someone who had darker features. You wanted someone like Zayn. Although you’d never tell your friend. Both you and her know you’re not over him. You feel as if you’ll never be able to move on. He was still single (yes you did look at stories of him and the band occasionally on the internet). In an interview he mentioned it. "He’s still trying to get over this mysterious girl." Harry had laughed. "I was fine for a while, but now she keeps popping back into my mind. I don’t understand." Zayn had confessed. This turned a million fans’ into a crazed rush, stalking every possible girl that had come within 10 feet of him in the last 4 years. Even you were interested in knowing who she was. But you couldn’t ring him. You hadn’t spoken for quite a long time now. "Hello? Earth to Kailtyn?" Your friend waves her hands in front of your face. "I’m sorry. Listen I know you’re concerned for me, but honestly I’m fine. Please believe me." "Okay." Was all she said to you as she turned on her heel and walked to the bathroom to get ready for the graduation ceremony. You said your final goodbyes to her, which ended in tears. She had been your best friend for the past 4 years. "Make it big as a reporter in the USA." You grin as tears run down your face. You wipe them off embarrassed. "And you have fun teaching the little kids in Bradford." She hugs you again, then whispers. "Talk to him. Find him. Somehow." Your parents are there to take you home. As soon as you reach the street of your childhood your face lights up as memories come rushing back. Oh how you’ve missed home! It’s holidays at the moment, so you don’t begin your job until a few months. It gives you time to unwind and spend time with those you’ve wanted to catch up with. Apparently Zayn’s mother and your mother still talk to each other every day; they were practically best friends. "Did you hear that Zayn is in town? Trisha is so excited." Your mum gives you the latest gossip over a cup of coffee. "Really? No I didn’t know that." You frown. "Are you okay love?" "Fine. I’m fine." You reassure her, then change the topic. You begin to unpack a few hours later. The sky darkens and the weather is colder. You sit on your bed and stare at the small room which seemed so much bigger as a child. Footsteps approach your door; but they hesitate at the last moment. At that moment your phone buzzes. You check and realise it’s from your 1D daily updates you have set (okay, maybe you didn’t check on him occasionally, maybe it was constantly). The message read: "Zayn spotted in Bradford. He’s supposedly meeting with this ‘mystery girl’." Your mind wanders. Who was he close to that you knew of? He didn’t have any special girls in his life at the time, so you were stumped. The person at your door finally knocks. "Come in." You call, still staring at your phone. The person says nothing. You decide to look up, and gasp when you realise who it is. "ZAYN?" He laughs nervously, but you can see his eyes grow wide as he takes you in. “Kaitlyn?” You drop your phone on your bed and practically tackle him. He hugs you back with as much force and his eyes are glistening, just as they were when you had last seen him. "What are you doing here?" You ask, stunned. "I wanted to congratulate you. My mum tells me you’re a teacher." "Yep." You smile back at him. He hesitates, running his hands through his hair. "And I also came here because, well, lately I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. In fact I’ve never gotten you out of my mind. And it hurts to be away from you, and I can’t stand it any longer." He begins to ramble on, worried about how you’ll react. You grin and crush your lips to his. "Mystery girl?" You ask him, showing the phone message. He glances at it and nods. "Mystery girl. I love you Kailtyn." He whispers back to you and kisses your lips again. ~Allylicious
Posted on: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 00:46:01 +0000