Constant | Louis Tomlinson

[ COMPLETED ] ** CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING DUE TO AMATEUR WRITING AND MISTAKES ** ||||| Tarin was a typical girl. She was enjoying her last year of high school, with her few close friends. She had never thought much about boys, she focused on her academics. With graduation only two months away, and university starting in four months, she had all her focus on her future career, that was until she met this boy. This boy who was like no other. This boy who would steal her heart. This boy who would change her life forever. ||||| Warning: There are scenes of sexual content, foul language, self-harm, drug use, underage alcohol use, and violence in this fan fiction. ||||| Louis Tomlinson ||||| Also can be found on wattpad, where I follow back


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Never in my life had I ever met someone like Zayn. He was the opposite of an open book. He was mysterious and dark and sexy, I was attracted to him like a bumblebee to a flower or a magnet to a refrigerator. There was something so indescribably interesting about him that made you want to get know him. I guess it's because he was so guarded. He seemed to keep to himself, and maybe that's why I wanted so badly to know his secrets - because he wouldn't tell me. It's like when you're denied something . . . That's when you suddenly want it.

From what I'd seen in him I figured he was secretly a very soft and romantic. I couldn't help thinking about hidden talents he'd have, like fixing things, sketching, playing an instrument, or writing. I was completely aware that I could've typed in Zayn Malik in Google, where I'd find his entire life displayed for the world to see, but I didn't want to do that. I didn't want to fall in love with Zayn Malik, member of One Direction . . . I wanted to fall in love with Zayn Malik, the boy I had slowly come to know. I wanted to work for his trust, and his openness. I wanted him to willingly tell me more about himself when he felt comfortable. He was like a challenge and I wanted to win his heart.

One thing I'd learned over the time we'd gotten to know each other was that he is so flirtatious. He was always flirting with me as we talked over Skype while he was touring over the world. It was the middle of August now, and it'd been a few weeks since our wonderful date, and the incredible night we had which followed. We'd been talking over Skype quite a bit, however we hadn't for about a week and a half or so now.

I was disappointed that he had never opened up to me like he had on our date. That side of him hadn't appeared since then.

I missed Zayn. I missed how he treated me like a princess. I missed our calls. I mean, we talked on Skype, but it wasn't the same as hearing his sexy accent and his raspy voice in the morning when I'd roll over to see his eyes staring into mine. Most of all, I missed his touch, and I missed the way I always felt safe when I was with him. Although, I still wasn't okay with the violence he had displayed last time I'd seen him. I felt like it was in his nature to resort to violence and I didn't like it one bit.

I felt fairly lonely lately, with Penny leaving to live in London and Zayn being on the world tour, the only person I had now was Marissa. I didn't really want to go back home unless I absolutely had to. I just felt alone, not having many acting jobs in the last month.

Interrupting my thoughts, my laptop began to chime, signaling someone was Skyping me. I opened the laptop up, pushing the screen far enough back so that the caller could see me sitting on my couch.

"Hi babe," I heard a heavy Bradford accent say.

I looked at the screen to see an exhausted looking Zayn, lying shirtless in bed. I smiled, to which he smiled back, "Hi baby," I said. Just then I noticed he looked different. "You dyed your hair, I like it." I blushed.

"Yeah, I feel like it needed a change," he said simply, checking himself out in the camera before continuing, "I uh . . . I got another tattoo too." He said as he lifted his right arm to reveal the large piece of ink now covering his skin.

I rolled my eyes, not surprised that he'd gotten another tattoo, he was addicted to them. "How have you been? You look tired baby." I said, pouting my lip because he looked so tired and I longed to be lying beside him.

He took in a large breath of air before beginning, "Uh . . . hmm," he hummed. "Well, nothing much, I mean yeah, tour is exhausting, but that's normal. Y'know, we all fool around, goof off, go on stage and perform . . . it's nothing really different. It's very routine."

"What about the boys?"

"Oh, well the other boys are still with their girls, but now Harry has a new girlfriend he just met! They seem pretty serious, actually, but Harry doesn't fool around when it comes to dating."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, they've been dating for about two weeks or so now. He met her on the first day of August I think. They went out for a date that night, so I guess they've been dating for almost three weeks. He went out to get coffee, and like bumped into this poor girl, quite literally, and sort of threw the sandwich he had in his hand on her. I guess if he would have spilt hot coffee on her I wouldn't have heard them hooking up last night," he laughed.

I laughed too, feeling like I already knew these boys. "Wow, I'm glad Harry found someone. I mean, by what you've already told me he sounded quite lonely because the rest of you all have girlfriends. Does she live in London or was she just visiting from somewhere else?"

"She lives in London I believe. They've been literally seeing each other every single day either before the performances or directly after them. They get along quite well I guess."

I laughed, and then he continued, "he showed me a picture they took together and he put her as his background. She's quite fit. She's got beautiful long wavy hair, and whenever I hear them talking on the phone she seems to make him laugh a lot. I heard her voice once and she's American, so she must have moved here. Harry's got a thing for American accents y'know."

I laughed again, "well I'm happy for Harry. Even though he doesn't know me, please do wish him my best."

"Of course love," he smiled at me, "I have to go now, before I fall asleep on you."

"Okay, goodnight." I smiled at him. I blew him a kiss and then began to close my laptop.

"Wait, babe!" I heard him exclaim, and I threw the laptop back open, "Happy two months. I can't wait to see you soon."

I was overwhelmed with happiness hearing those sweet words come from his lips. "Happy two months baby, I'll talk to you soon. Goodnight." I said and he smiled at me before disconnecting the call.

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