Distance Breaker [Zayn Malik]

Zayn and Ariel have been together for 2 years. They are insuperable, or so they thought.Suddenly Ariel has to pack up and leave, but Zayn isn't going to let them be apart. He's going to find a way to get back to her. No matter what it takes.

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9. Eight

*Zayn’s POV*

I flinched in pain as I opened my eye. Turns out the bruise was only getting worse. I now looked like some kind of thug. Fantastic. Slowly I sat up, stretching out my back. Sleeping on park benches like the homeless was worth it for Ariel. My whole body ached from endless nights of doing this, but I was just glad the only thing serious that happened was almost getting mugged. I grabbed my last sheet of clean paper, and my pen that was nearly out of ink out of my filthy bag. After giving the pen a good shake, I began to write.

Dear Ariel, from my last check, it should be about one more full day until I am with you. Just a little over 24 hours, please hang in there. I’m missing you every second and you’re never leaving my mind. My pen is starting to run out of ink so this will be the last letter. And it probably won’t be long, because I don’t think this pen will hold out much longer.

Just wanted to say I love you.

-Zayn xx

I chunked the pen on the ground in frustration. My hand was starting to cramp from pressing down so hard. I let out an irritated sigh, folded up the letter, and place it swiftly into the envelope. Which was also my last one. After slipping it into my pocket I got up and headed for the boat ride that would last about 3 hours, then I would be dropped off at New Zealand.

Leaning over the edge of the boat with my eyes closed, the last granola bar I ate violently escaped my mouth. I was never one to like boats…or water. So here I was, being sea sick.

I felt a light hand on my shoulder and turned around, “You alright, lad?” the wise old face, and the thick Irish accent got me. It was the old Irish man from the first train ride.  “Yes sir, I’m fine, just a little sea sickness.” I was shocked by the voice that I heard. It was hoarse, rough, and tired. The realization hit in, that I hadn’t spoken much more than a sentence to anyone in a few days. “So, are you still on your way to that lassie you spoke of?” he asked with a grin. “Yes sir, only a little over 24 hours left until I get there.” I smiled back. “Fasinatin’ tell me more. I have some stories to share too, if you’d like to hear.” I agreed to listen to what the man had to say, hoping it would take my mind of the sickness.

We sat and talked the whole 3 hours, and the ride was over before I knew it. Before we made our departure I asked him name, but he never answered. I shrugged it away, and headed to the nearest park. I would hang out there until tomorrow. Then I would make my way to Ariel’s house. Less than 24 hours until I got to see her beautiful face again. 

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