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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6. Five

 *Ariel’s POV*

I heaved the last suitcase up the never ending stairs, and chunked it up the last few steps with a sigh. “This is ridiculous.” I muttered to myself as my dad walked by talking into an ear piece, “Yes…yes…mmhhmmm…excellent. I am on my way,” of course. He was going on another business trip. Typical. “Oh! And Ariel? I have 2 more suitcases that need to be taken up to my room, mind do it for me? Thank you, sweetie.” He said while making his way down the winding steps. “Whatever.” I blew a stray hair out of my face and headed down the stairs.

After about another 15 minutes of lugging Dad’s bags up the stairs, and throwing him in his room carelessly, I was sitting on my bed looking around the plain room and seeing what I could add to it. There was a plain cork board type thing hanging above my bed. Seemed like that could come in handy to hang pictures. So that’s what I started doing. I rummaged around the house until I found a little case of tacks, then opened a side pocket in one of my suitcases that held a plastic bag with tons of pictures of Zayn and I, and also Aubree and I. Smiling at the memories each pictures held, I soon filled up almost the whole board.

“ARIEL!” The familiar shrill voice of flooded my ears. I poked my head out of the doorway and looked around, “WHERE ARE YOU, WENDY?” I shouted to the air, hearing my voice echo about the house. “LIVING ROOM.” I heard her yell back. Assuming she wasn’t going to come up to my room to tell me why she was yelling for me, I sighed, and walked down to the living room.

“What is it, Wendy?” I asked when I walked through the arch way. Wendy was sitting on the floor with letters scatted around her. “Seems like we haven’t checked the mail since we been here,” She said, letting out a little laugh. We hadn’t been in New Zealand very long, maybe 4 days at the most. “But I found this.” Wendy said holding up a white envelope with the instantly recognizable handwriting. That was Zayn’s handwriting. I rushed over and confiscated the letter from Wendy’s hands and plopped down on the couch. The faint smell of his cologne still lingered on the paper. I gently pried open the envelope, and unfolded the paper inside.

After a matter of seconds of reading it, it clicked into my mind. “WENDY! ZAYN’S COMING! HE’S COMING TO NEW ZEALAND!” I tossed the letter on the nearest table and started running around the house. “ZAYN IS COMING TO NEW ZEALAND! YEAH IN YOUR FACE! WOOOOOO!!!!” Wendy caught me and hugged me as the overwhelming tears started to flow.

“That’s wonderful, Ariel!” she soothed. I looked at her, the smile on my face not planning on leaving anytime soon, “I’m going to get to see him again.” My smile grew even bigger, and my cheeks were starting to cramp.

I tacked the letter to corkboard above my bed, and read it for the 3rd time.

Zayn Malik is coming to New Zealand, just so he can be with me. I hope he’s okay.

I plopped down on my bed, and started imagining all the great things we are going to do when he gets here.

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