More Than Words

“Buddy come on stop I beg you! Please? Let us just go do something fun, like lunch? We’ll go to your favourite Italian restaurant ok?” Ginger tried her best to cheer me up with the assistance of Jake but it failed epically because all I needed is a touch from Zayn to make me blossom again. They drove downtown to my favourite restaurant as planned and I ordered a plate that I never ate; I just kept playing with the salad as physically I was here but mentally I was on a first class trip to London with Zayn.

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Zayn POV:
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All the time spent on this plane I was light as a feather and stiff as a board. I couldn’t stop thinking about this visionary beauty goddess I simply call Violet. I really was over thinking how will I be able to clear my mind and focus on my work if she wasn’t there giving me those stares with her pure hazel bars; I can’t get her out of my mind. I love her and I want her with me all the time, because honestly she was the one who understood me even without me trying to explain myself or clear out my point. She cared for me like no one else. And the most important factor is that she was so pure intentioned and always an optimist; my angel couldn’t be a better definition of perfection; to me she was with all of her ups and downs. Her smell that was always my oxygen; gosh how much I missed seeing her white marbles shine a smile in my face. “Come on mate; lighten up a little please; have your food.” Liam, who was sitting beside me on the plane, rubbed my shoulder and talked some sense in me. I took my fork and I buried it in the food tray as I couldn’t see anything except her face all over my atmosphere; Gosh Violet if you only knew how you became the reason oxygen wasn’t important to me anymore.

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