It Couldn't Be (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 7
“Hello?” I say, simply. I’ve long figured out the way to show no emotion when I’m on the phone.
“Hey, Molly, please don’t hang up!” he said frantically. For a moment I felt sorry for him. I realized that I was treating him kind of badly. But then I remembered that I was the victim.
“Jared, if I was going to hang up, I wouldn’t have picked up the phone. What do you want?”
“Please, just hear me out. Could you meet me at Kid’s Towne? I don’t really want to explain it over the phone.”
“I don’t know. I have a lot of homework to do,” I lied. I had only been to Biology, and miraculously she hadn’t given us any homework.
“Oh, you can bring it with you! Please just come,” he said. I didn’t want him to beg.
“Okay, Jared. Just give me 20 minutes.”
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I got out of my car and looked up into the sky. I always pictured the sky as a black canvas with tiny, white droplets splattered on it. I remember as a kid trying to count them, and after about 15, I’d lose count, thinking that I could possibly be counting the same star over and over again.
I searched around the park for any signs of Jared, or Zayn. The park wasn’t that big, so getting lost in it was highly unlikely. It was one of my favorite parks as a kid though, because it was perfect for hide-and-go-seek. It has tunnels, and small openings, that could lead into completely different parts of the park.
At the highest peak of the park, I saw a white light. It was a cell phone. It had to be Jared because no one else would be crazy enough to stay out at this park at night.
“Jared, is that you?” I yelled.
I saw a head look up. “Yeah, wait let me come down.”
“No, I’ll come to you.” I really just wanted to climb the ladder and go across the bridge to where it was. It brought back so many memories.
See, the highest peak of the park is what resembles a castle. I guess to make it look like the castle that a princess would be in. The knight would have to go up the ladder, across the bridge, and walk a certain distance to get to the top.
It humored me that I taking the same trip as a knight would to get to their princess. I’d always pictured it being the other way around. Ironic how things can be so different.
I looked and saw Zayn on his phone, his tongue sticking out. Sadly, I knew exactly what he was doing--tweeting.
He must’ve heard my footsteps because his neck snapped towards my direction. “Hey,” he said, “thanks for coming.”
“What do you want, Jared?” I said, getting annoyed.
He stopped in his track coming towards me. He seemed hurt by my being short with him. I didn’t care. He had hurt me, just as much as I was hurting him right now, if not worse. Looking at him, I remembered the way he looked when he tweeting moments ago. And I remember the thoughts about me wanting to cut myself. My blood started to boil.
“Molly, I just wanted to say-“ he started to say.
I burst. “How can you stand there and make some lame excuse about what you did? You lied to me, you embarrassed me, and worse of all, you’re making it harder and harder for my family to even go outside! We have to cover our faces just to keep the flashing cameras from blinding us to death!”
“Molly, I know…”
“No, you don’t know! How dare you say you know! You have no clue at all! You….”
He then took a huge step and kissed me. It was hard, almost too sudden; like he knew what he was doing was wrong. I pushed him back, stepped away, and ran. When I got to my car, I tried to hurry up and unlock the door, fumbling with the keys. Once I got it unlocked the door I opened it, only to have it slammed back again by him.
I turned around, looking at the ground, letting the teardrops slowly make their way down my face and onto the concrete. And somehow, I made my way into his arms, his warm embrace engulfing me, taking over me, like rain does fire. And to be honest, I really didn’t want him to stop.
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I don’t know how I made it home that night. I’d been so sleepy that the only thing I could remember was getting into Zayn’s car.
It was a school day, but I’d decided that I would take the day off. Well, of course I hadn’t decided, my mom had given me permission to take off, considering I didn’t have any tests today.
I decided that I would just lie in bed for a while, when my phone rang. For a second, I’d forgotten whose phone it was because I’d changed my ringtone. I didn’t recognize the number either, but when I answered it, I definitely recognized the voice on the other end.
“Hey Jared, I mean Zayn,” I said nervously. That was going to have to get some used to.
He chuckled. “Hey, um, listen. Look outside your window.”
“What?” I asked.
"Look outside your window.”
“Why?”
“Just do it,” he said, now getting frustrated.
“Okay….” I confusedly said.
“Oh, by the way, I mean your back window.”
I looked and sitting on the freshly mowed lawn, was a picnic basket and cloth. Zayn was looking down, but when he saw that I was looking, he started waving. I opened my window.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I thought I’d throw you a little picnic. Are you coming?”
“Give me fifteen minutes,” I said and slammed the window.
I hurried up, got dress, and ran downstairs into the backyard. Something in me jerked, and I ran towards Zayn, almost making him accept me. I don’t think he realized.
“Well that sure is a hell of a lot better than last night,” he said.
I agreed. Last night was something. But that was last night. Today is a brand new day.
“How’d you even know I was out of school?”
“Your mom called me, and told me that you were playing hookey. So I thought that this would be the perfect time for a picnic.”
A little after noon?” I asked.
“Well yeah, the sun has risen its highest, so it’s warm. I think it’s the perfect setting.”
I didn’t say anything. I just looked down at the black skinny jeans I ‘d chosen to wear. They had a lot of lint on them from being washed. I started picking it off.
“Molly, we seriously need to talk about what happened.”
I looked away, careful not to show any concern whatsoever. “There’s nothing to talk about, forget it. It’s all over now.”
“No, no it’s not. It’s far from over. I need to tell why I did what I did.”
I turned to face him, showing the true concern in his eyes. “Fine, go on.”
He took a deep breath. “Every time I walk outside, I have someone following me. Always. If I go to the mall, there’s someone there taking a picture. If I go to the grocery store, there’s someone there.”
“Yes, I know how it feels,” I said looking at him. He sensed what I meant.
“Yes, unfortunately you do. But that’s not all. Anyone I come in contact with is subject to be put in the same position. That’s the reason why I was in disguise the entire time I was with you. I just didn’t want you to be overwhelmed. Plus, I wanted to see how you liked me for me, and not for the fame and glory.”
“So you wanted to protect me?”
“Exactly. The last thing I needed was for the same to happen to you.”
I nodded to show that I understood.
“Because to be honest Molly, I really am in love with you.”
Talk about heart stopping—it was more like already dead. From time to time I’d pictured how a guy would tell me that. It was the same as I’d pictured, the only thing being different was the story behind it.
And then on cue, just like in some romance movie, he gently took my chin and kissed me. Right away I felt all of my worries and doubts go away. And right then, I knew that I was really unconditionally in love with Zayn Malik.
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