The Boyfriend

Amanda is a simple girl from Vancouver, Canada. She and her boyfriend Zayn go through all the normal troubles and fights any other relationship suffers though. But what Amanda doesn't know is who Zayn Malik really is. She begins to feel distant from him and demands to know what's going on.

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2. The Song

I woke up on Monday morning and got ready for school. I really didn't feel like going but senior year is the most important, so I had to try my hardest, sadly. I just remembered I had an English test and I hadn't studied at all, great. All I could think about over the weekend was Zayn. Everything about him drew me in. I didn't know what it was, but he's just so enticing. It was probably his freakishly good looks, only it felt like much more. As I did my hair and makeup I tried to remember what my test was going to be on, but like always, he kept popping into my mind. I was just excited to see him. I arrived at school and went to my locker. When I finished at my locker and shut the door, I turned around, and there he was. "Oh gosh! You scared me!" I gasped. He smirked and kissed me, "Hello to you too!" I pushed his shoulder and then wrapped my arm around his waist and started walking. "How was your weekend?" he asked me, trying to be conversational. "It was okay. I wish I saw you more though." He looked at me with an apologetic expression, "Sorry. I was really busy." I looked back at him and said, "It's alright. I just missed you, that's all." He smiled and kissed my forehead, " You're too cute." I blushed and hugged myself closer to him. We got to class and sat in our seats side by side, waiting for class to begin. "Hey, I wrote a song late last night and I want you to hear it. It's about you," he said turning to me, looking at me with loving eyes. "Really? That's so sweet! Of course I'll hear it!" I replied, smiling so wide. I couldn't believe he wrote me a song. His music is very important to him and for him to involve me in it meant so much. "Come over after school and I'll play it for you," he told me. "Sounds good," I said thoughtfully. The bell rang for class to start. Why did he have to tell me that? I wasn't able to focus all of class, because I kept on thinking about the song. After school, I met up with him and we went together back to his house. When we walked into his house, his mother greeted me delightfully. "Hello Amanda! How have you been?" she said with a huge smile on her face. "I've been good Mrs. Malik, and yourself?" I replied with as much kindness as I could portray. "I've been fabulous, thank you! Zayn, I'm going to the store for a bit, you kids behave." she said looking skeptical. "Okay mom. Don't worry," he said looking annoyed. We went up to his room and he pulled out his guitar. I sat on his beanbag chair across from where he sat on his bed. His room looked like any typical 18 year old boys room. His walls were a dark blue colour that almost looked black, and he had a computer on a desk at the far wall. Beside it was a keyboard piano and a lot of music equipment. I looked at him with a smile. I was excited to hear the song. He turned away from me to his guitar. "I call it 'Little Things.'"He slowly started strumming the strings. It was already perfect. "You're hand fits in mine like its made just for me, but bare this mind, it was meant to be," he started to sing. As he was playing, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. The song was amazing, his voice was so angelic and his playing was perfect. He finished the song, put the guitar down and looked at his feet. I got up and ran into him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me hard. "That was the most beautifulest thing I've ever heard," I told him. He smiled, "I'm glad you liked it." I kissed him once more and then told him I had to go home to get some homework done. He looked sad but he let me go. He hugged me goodbye. "I love you, with all my heart," he said with such feeling, I froze. I couldn't stop staring at his soft brown eyes. I mentally shook myself and said, "I love you too," then turned around, and started walking home.
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