I became a bit inspired after lire a few of the things Zayn has a dit in the past. A few of these citations are very inspirational. Especially the one that says "Just close your eyes and enjoy the roller coaster that is life." So, I wrote this. Enjoy Xx

"Just shut the hell up! I can't take it anymore. toi just don't understand what I've been through Zayn. Why don't toi just pack your fucking bags and leave me alone?" I screamed. Zayn and I were fighting for about the millionth time. Our arguments mostly consisted of us screaming to each other, back and forth. I cant even remember what we were fighting about. I took it a little too far this time , though. In order to express the inexplicable anger I felt at that moment, I began to throw stuff at Zayn. A vase of fleurs he bought me, shattered to the tile floor. He stared at me, his faces fixed into a painful expression. Then I grabbed a picture frame. The crystal frame had contained a picture of Zayn and I s’embrasser in the sunset on a beach. It was our very first kiss. I threw that to him. Zayn ducked and the picture frame crashed against the mur and fell to the floor into a million pieces. His eyed grew wide. Zayn had tears brimming in his bloodshot eyes. I'd done it. I'd hit the last straw. Before I knew it, I was all alone in ou flat horrified par what I'd done. As I sat there all alone, I remembered something. Zayn had a flight scheduled for tommorow afternoon. He wanted to visit his mother for a week, before he and the rest of the lads left for the Take Me accueil Tour. What a mere coincidence. But I knew I needed to talk to him. I would call him after his flight landed tomorrow. So, I spent the entire afternoon qatching sappy l’amour films and eating ice cream. After a while it became hard to concentrate on what the actors were saying. Weariness overcame me and I fell asleep. The suivant day, I woke up at four in the afternoon still a bit groggy. I clicked on the t.v. For all I knew, a Third World War could've been raging on and I never would've known. The news were on and it took me a few minutes to register what the news reporter had been saying.
"Police are reporting that there has been a passenger jet crash. Flight number 286 to Bradford crashed shortly after take-off. plus than 100 passengers were on board, many are feared dead. An emergency spokesperson has stated that the plane burst into flames shortly afterwards, although eyewitnesses believe that there are some survivors from the crash. The task of recovering the dead is underway.." 286. Flight 286..why did that sound so familiar? Then it all made sense. Bradford. Flight 286. It was Zayn who had been on that plane.

Should I make a part two?? :)