That Alabama Girl

Brooke Woods ran away from her Alabamian family at the age of only fifteen, moving to Bradford, England. She hadn't had friends,a love life, or hapiness for years. At school, the one and only Zayn Malik leads her on, only to bully her and break her heart; Brooke letting go of all trust she'd ever had for anyone. But when Zayn and Brooke meet again, will he just lead her on again? Secrets are revealed, tears are shed, relationships are built up. But will this Alabama girl ever trust him again?


8. Never felt like this before..

"Never felt like this before. Are we friends or are we more? As I’m walking towards the door, I’m not sure..."


Brooke arrived at her house and collapsed on her pet with a loud huff. Brooke had a headache from thinking so much about Zayn. She had made up her mind. She "liked" Zayn. But her question was, what about Zayn? How did he feel about her? Were they friends? Or were they more? She just wasn't sure.

Brooke got up from her comfy spot on the bed and walked off with her pajamas to the shower.


Zayn thought about calling her. But what would she think? They'd only been reunited for a couple days! But he wouldn't be here much longer. Only about a week. It was now or never.

But still, he only stared at his cell phone on his bedside table. After an hour, he picked it up, scrolled through his contacts, until he found the one he was searching for. Brooke Woods.


Brooke dried her hair with a fluffy blue towel as she picked up her phone, which was blasting out her ringtone, 'Trouble' by NeverShoutNever.

With a small sigh, she answered Brooke answered her iPhone.


"Hello?" Brooke's voice rang through Zayn's ears.

"H-Hey Brooke." Zayn stuttered nervously. "Hey! What's up?"

"I was t-thinking and," Zayn steadied his voice, "would you maybe like to be my..... my girlfriend?" Zayn regretted the words a nanosecond after they left his mouth.


Brooke was in complete shock. Zayn Malik, her once grade nine crush, wanted small-town raised Brooke to be his girlfriend. She thought it couldn't be true.

"Haha, nice one Zayn. Stop pranking me."

"Pranking? Brooke, I'm serious. I want to be more than friends."

"But.... what if it's like with your friends at the dance again? What if you hurt me?"

"Please Brooke. I... I really like you." Zayn couldn't bring himself to say 'love'.

"I'm sorry Zayn, I just.... I can't." Brooke voice was croaky.

"No. I'm sorry for even thinking for a second you liked me as even a friend. Much less your boyfriend!"


And with that, Zayn hung up the phone, putting his face in his hands as if the paps were around to see the hot tears streaking down his face.

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