Five Lovestories

"No, you just gotta have faith!" I told Zayn.

He shook his head in disbelief.

"I know, but instruments, the way you handle them, the way you get them to life.. it's just not in my blood."

"Ah, c'mon! You gotta try some more! I think you were better today than yesterday."

"Well.." Zayn grinned and stopped me from walking.

In the stairs we were walking up in, Zayn pulled me back by my waist.

"If you're willing to be my guitar, I'll play you." He said and gave me a quick kiss.

I smiled like the happiest kid ever when I could feel his hand around mine, and we kept walking up the stairs.

"Your place first or mine?" I asked.

Classes were over, and after some more information about the trip to America, we needed to pack as soon as possible. We were leaving on Saturday, and my clothes were still in my room. Where Bim was. We had been told that we would be back on Tuesday, the day before Halloween. What Zayns plans was, or Nialls, or anyones, I didn't know. But I was very excited to spend mine, since Halloween was so important in my family. I had it all planned out. You could only be away from the college a particular amount of days, and I had them all perfectly layed out on my calender. Enough for me to be away on Christmas, Halloween, and New Years Eve. And then it was summer break. It felt so far away, but in a way, it didn't. It really just was a few months, and I had already spent one month here. This year was going to be awesome, I knew it.
All we needed to do now was to start thinking about our packing.

"Mine, if that's okay?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah, okay." I smiled.


"Yeah, and that's my uncle." Zayn said and pointed at a tiny picture of a man in a huge, black beard.

"Wow.. your family is so big. I wish mine was too." I said and turned the page.

Zayn had packed. For two minutes. When he found an old book in his shelf, and quickly tried to hide it, I needed to see what was inside. A family-album. His family was fascinating, it was huge, and they were all gorgeous.

"Are they all from Pakistan?" I asked.

"How did you remember that I had Pakistani background?" Zayn asked with a surprised tone.

"Please, I remember the first word you said to me."

"And what was that?" He asked, sounding even more surprised.

"Hi." I said, and Zayn chuckled.

I changed the page and instantly saw two gorgeous men in their twenties.

"Woah.." I breathed.

"Calm down, those are my cousins."

"Goddamn it.." I said and Zayn nudged my shoulder playfully.

"They can be a handfull." He said and I looked at him with a frown. "I'm just saying, don't wish for too much!"

"Okay, but still.. I just love kids. I wish I could've have more siblings, you know."

"How many do you have?"

I realized I hadn't told Zayn about my sister.

"One. Her name is Faye, and she's three years old."

"That's sweet." Zayn said with a smile. "Faye, you said? That sounds foreign."

"Yeah, she's from China."

"Oh." Zayn said. "So she's.."

"Adopted, yes." I said with a small smile. "My mom had some problems, and.. she just couldn't get anymore kids."

Zayn nodded.

"Well, she sounds adorable." He said.

He raised his finger to my cheek and gently stroked it.

"I know I haven't been so romantic yet." He whispered.

"What? I think you have!"

"Yeah, but I mean like dinners, and candles and stuff."

"Don't worry." I said.

"But I just wanted to let you know that I wanna take you out tomorrow night." He said, very close to my mouth now.

I smiled big and gave him a slow kiss, with my hands wrapped around his neck.

"Thank you." I said and kissed him again.

Suddenly, Zayns door opened, and in came Walter.

"Oh God, uhm, I, I.. I actually has to, uh, go.." He hurried to say when he saw us, basically laying on top of each other.

"No, actually.." I said and stood up. "We were just leaving. We gotta go to my room and get some stuff."

"Like condoms, or what?" Weirdo-Walter asked and could barely look at me.

I heard a chuckle come out of Zayns mouth, one of those really great, amused ones. I couldn't help but laugh too.

"C'mon Zayn." I said and he, still laughing, went after me.

"I think there's something very wrong with that guy." He laughed when we had closed the door behind us.

We laughed and talked our way up to my dormitory, and just when I layed my hand on the door knob, I felt the nervousness streak through my body, like electricity.

"What's with the hesitation?" Zayn asked gently.

"N-nothing." I said and opened up.

Just like any other day, Bim was sitting in her bed, with her laptop on. I could see that the second she saw me, her usual, dark eyes quickly fell in flames of hate. Her face tensed, but something was different.. Was she smiling? I let Zayn follow me before I closed the door.

"Hi.." I said low.

"Hi." Zayn said, equally low.

Finally, I could use his shyness as a benefit. He didn't know what was going on between me and Bim, no one except us and Louis did. And I knew that Zayn wouldn't find out, he had to be really curious for that, which he wasn't. The only thing he knew was that she was mad at me for telling him, and that would only make him even more quiet.

"Hi, Kath." Bim said with a surprisingly happy tone.

I was really starting to wonder what was wrong with her when she put the computer away from her, and jumped down from her bed. She started to walk towards us with a strange face.

"Zayme, is it, right?" She asked him.

"Zayn." He corrected her.

"Right, Zayn, could you please excuse me and Kathleen for a moment?"

I looked weirdly at her, and back at Zayn. He made a questioningly face, and I nodded. When the door was closed, I turned around to face her again. What the hell was she up to?

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