You Stole My Heart ღ

Like any normal teen girl, Sheyanna dreamed of the day she'd meet her favorite band, One Direction. She loved their music and of course found them all extremely attractive. When that day comes, however, Sheyanna is faced with a whole new line of problems: she has became truly and passionately in love with one of the boys. Can their romance survive the miles between their homes? Or will it burn, like the love that already is in their hearts? Find out now :)


20. Twenty ღ

  The moon peeked through the curtains, shining dim lines onto the bed. I lay quietly, my eyes absorbing the illuminating sight. All is quiet with the exception of Zayn's light breathing, giving me too much of an opportunity to think.

  Were we truly going to make this work? Can something that happened so quickly, so instantaneously, burn bright and strong? Or would it pop and fizzle out, putting the fire out all together?

  My stomach turned uneasily at the thought. 4 days ago he was just a poster on my wall. Now he's here, in the flesh, holding and protecting me in his warmth. Can it truly be?

  But I don't know the first thing about relationships. I didn't know how to kiss, how to be romantic, and I for sure didn't know a thing about sex. I managed to do all of that, and now I'm laying beside him, in just his shirt and my panties. Talk about the roller coaster of life.

  Maybe I'm going about this all wrong. But it feels so right. He's managed to change every moral and thought I've ever had. I was a hopeless romantic, looking for love in all the wrong places. I never really had a shot at a relationship I knew I was ready for. I had almost lost every ounce of hope, but he swept me off my feet and saved me.

  Yeah, we almost had sex after only "knowing" each other for a few days. It's easy to just take off your clothes and have sex; people do it all the time. But opening your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes and dreams...well, that's truly being naked. And I don't regret it at all.

  I glance over at the clock that's perched on top of the nightstand. 3:30 glares back at me.

  I sigh and roll over towards Zayn. He's facing me now, his arms warm and locked around me. What I'd give to stay like this forever, and to never have to be apart.

  I take a minute to let his angelic features sink in, trying my best to memorize everything etched in his face. When would I see him again...?

  Jet black stubble jets off his skin, creating a dark, shadowy mask in the moonlight. His lips are soft and pink, placed together gently. And his hair lay messy and beautiful, tousled by my fingers from earlier. God must've smiled when he created something so majestic.

  I gently trace the outline of his tattoo at his collarbone, allowing my fingers to slide along the ink lines. I ponder about the meaning of this one. The letters are simply black and bold, but I don't know what language it is. I wonder what made him get it.

  He was like a painting. A beautiful, captivating painting, full of meaning and life, and just plain perfection. Was it possible to look away?

  I lean closer and touch my lips to his, gently so he doesn't wake. He doesn't need to know how worried I am about this. It's gunna be okay. Everything will work out. This band is his life, his job, his everything. And as his girlfriend, I'm going to support him. Even if it kills me to be away from him. I stir a little and snuggle closer to his neck, inhaling his sweet scent. His arms move with me, instinctively tightening their protective hold around me. And this comforts me, because he may be afraid of losing me too, even in his dreams.

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