

MyLifeAsChloe wrote:Allison•Crush• No One •Where• Outside •Doing• Talking to Zayn •Tagged• ZaynOne. Two. Three. Four. Five steps was all it took for my British friend to reach my lawn chair. One. Two. Three seconds for him to pull me to my feet and into a hug, knocking my sun hat off. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. I haven't seen him in what seems to me a lifetime. I miss playing his games, listening to him sing, and talking with him. He always knew what he wanted to do and that is sing. I knew he had what it takes, but I secretly hoped he wouldn't go to the auditions in the first place. Who wants to let go of the most important person in your life? We had a time to cover and many hugs to catch up on, but he pulled out of the hug too soon and held on to my arms. He looked down at me and told me not to leave again. "I didn't leave, you did," I said barely audible. The choice was not mine to be separated from him again and he knows that. I thought going a few months without seeing him was bad but after going two with nothing but a few letters has been torture. I study his face, everything about him was different yet the same. His eyes were the most recognizable feature. When I was younger I had the notion that we could be twins. Sure we both had brown eyes, but his were a deep brown with long eyelashes framing them while mine matched our garden after a drought. Zayn had barked at me, telling me never to dye my hair or change the way I look. Eight years old when he told me this. Only eight years old and he has always treated me like I was perfect and a princess. I was far from it but he didn't care. Smiling up at him my dusty brown eyes sparkled for once.






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