Back To the Bridge

*One Direction Love Story*
Erica Hilton was a girl that was so brought down by her past and her present that she didn't even want to know her future.
Zayn Malik was a rising star in the biggest boyband in the world...One Direction.
When Erica goes Back To the Bridge to end it all, and Zayn Malik goes to walk it off, will this chance of fate be enough to keep them together, or end it all?


5. Chapter 4

Zayn's POV

We walked hand in hand down the familiar stone bridge, colored with age and old memories. The place seems so familiar, yet so unfamiliar. As we walked the streets, it all came back, but it was as if I was looking in. It all seemed so different. A distant, far away concept. 

The place I knew like the back of my hand seemed so different now. The simple streets and shops that lined them seemed so minimal compared to the extravagant life of a band member of the worlds biggest boy band. But every small detail of Bradford seemed to fit together like a puzzle. Perfectly.

We walked down the sidewalk and I could see we were approaching the small familiar tea shop. I grip the handle of the door and pull it open for her, "After you," I say smiling.

 She walks passed me her arm accidentally brushes against mine. I feel the same strange electricity that I've always felt when we touched. We both pause, and I just stare into her big, beautiful brown eyes. I can't help but smile at her, but she just quickly turns away and walks in.

I see her sitting at the table by the large bay window overlooking the water under the bridge. It was the table we used to always sit at when we used to come here for Sunday tea. I wonder if she remembers that's our table, or if it was coincidental...I guess it didn't matter, but the thought crossed my mind. I couldn't help it. 

I make my way over and sit across from her. "So, wanna talk about it?" I ask a bit awkwardly. She shifts a bit in her seat and refuses to look at me. "Erica, babe, please look at me," I beg softly. She keeps her head down, her blonde tresses covering her face. I sigh, "Look, I know that I haven't seen you in quite some time, and I may look different, but I'm still Zayn," I say grabbing her hands.

She still won't budge, she won't even look at me. I know she needs to talk to someone, it's obvious she's been hiding something from the rest of the world. I needed to give her a few minutes, let her calm down a bit. 

I was thinking of excuses for a short break away. I was thinking of the bathroom, but I wanted to be able to see her. I couldn't let her get away and make another attempt. She was still considered my best mate..she always was. I decided going to get tea would be the best options.

I approached the counter and steeped up to order. The girl sat obviously bored, slumped over the counter. "Excuse me," I say politely. She looks up and smiles, "How may I help you?" She asked standing up straighter, her smile widening. "Two Yorshires, with a dash of cream and sugar," I ask smiling, remembering how Erica and I shared the same tea interest. 

The girl went to work on our tea, but I turned my attention back to Erica. She was now looking out at the water. Her long blonde hair flowing around her shoulders and her thick lashes fluttering every few seconds as she blinked. Even though a haunted look clouded her expression, she still looked beautiful. It was hard to see her like this..I couldn't see her like this. We were still mates, and mates help each other out..I was going to help her.

"Here's your tea," she says handing me the steaming tea. "Thank you," I say handing her the owed amount for the tea. Heading back to our table, I have a goal, to help my long lost mate. To keep her safe, and most importantly, to pick up where we left off.

Erica's POV 

Zayn walked back to the table, tea in hands. Once he sat down at the table, I looked back at the still water under the bridge. The bridge that could have taken me away from this hell whole...but I can't help feel a tiny pang of happiness at Zayn finding me. Although, I never admitted it to anyone, maybe even myself, I missed him while he was gone. I guess I always had that sweet spot for him..

"Erica, here's your tea. I hope your tastes haven't change," he says as he sets down the tea in front of me. I look up and smile a little. I still seemed unable to form words. I pulled to cup up to my lips, and took a sip of the sweet, steamy Yorkshire. It took me back to some happier times, back to the bridge, with Zayn...


"Erica, what are you doing here?" I heard Zayn say. I looked up at my attractive mate and shrugged my shoulders. My mum and dad had another falling out..but I wasn't about to tell him that. 

I felt him sit down next to me. I felt his deep eyes staring at the side of my face. I also felt a strange feeling start to stir at the bottom of my stomach, this moment seemed strangely perfect. This silence was sweet, and his stare made me feel somehow special..and important. Like I mattered to someone.

I decided to look over at him and worry coated his expression. "Zayn, Im fine," I whispered with a soft smile. "Are you sure? You never get up early," he half-joked with a smile. I laughed lightly and just kept smiling at him. He smiled back a little awkwardly, then started to look away, obviously trying to change the subject. 

He suddenly turned to his small shoulder bag and pulled out a thermos. "Would you like some Yorkshire? That is if it's not too strong for you.." He joked with that stupid smile of his...the one I loved seeing. "I take it like a man," I joke making my best manly face.

"Oh that's manly," he jokes pouring me some tea, the steam rising. I smiled and took it in my hands. I was about to sip it, but I needed some fixings honestly. I'm not strong enough to drink it plain. "Um Zayn, do you have a dash of sugar and cream?" I asked him a but shyly. I wasn't sure why, I guess I was afraid he'd say no. He just laughed and poured some in.

I stirred it with my finger and watched the dark brown liquid, turn to a creamy tan. I smile and bring it to my lips. The warmth fills me up as I swallow it. "This is good," I say smiling at him. "Good enough for you to tell me what happened? Why you're here?" He asked sweetly, the small smile appearing.

"My parents had a row and it was really loud and my dad was scaring me, and I think he hit my mum..and..I just needed air..." I spill out, tears spilling out with my words. He stayed silent, I don't even  know why I told him! Maybe the sweetness in his voice, or the look in his eyes. I never let anyone in, and this was why. They get quiet on me.

I violently whip my head back to water in frustration. The tears keep rolling down my cheeks, now they were full of fury instead of fear and pain of this mornings fight. "Erica," he said softly and sympathetically next to me.

Sympathy, and other thing on my hate list. Now he felt bad for me. Fantastic. "Zayn, forget I said anything. I for need you to feel bad for me," I say venomously, not giving him a second glance. "Erica, I don't feel bad for you. I just am worried about you. Thats all," he says softly awkwardly wrapping his arm around me. I allowed myself to look at him, he was truly worried about me...and he wasn't running away. He stayed..

"Erica, look we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. We can just talk about....your good taste in tea," he says and I can feel the smile on his lips. I can feel a smile forming on mine too. 

-flashback over-

That was the day, I realizes I cared for Zayn too. Maybe a little more than a good friend. Drinking the tea, it brought me back to that day. It all seemed to good that day...

"What are you thinking bout?" I hear Zayn say, tearing me away from my thoughts. "Just the day we first had tea on the bridge," I say softly with a shrug, taking a sip of the warm tea. "Oh yeah," he said in rememberance. The thought even brought a smile to his face. I smile back, and we continue to sip our tea in silence. It was again a sweet silence, so we both continued to sip until we finished up.

He got up first and smiled, "You ready to go?" I nodded and got up. He walked me to the door, and held it open for me. I smiled and stepped out. "So you never told me why you wanted to make your great escape," he said casually with a hint of hurt in his tone. "Maybe another day," I said softly smiling. He looked like he was going to plead me to explain my motives, but then a look of realization crossed his face. "Another day? There will be another day?" He asked hopefully smiling. "Of course Zayn. How about tomorrow, on the bridge?" I suggested smiling. "I'll bring the tea," he said with a smile.

I nodded and turned back towards my house, too happy to think of the consequences. It just didn't seem to matter at the moment.

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