With out you?

Stacy Demis, 19 year old,was born in the USA but, moved at early age to Bradford,UK. There,she was neighbor of none other than Zayn Malik but, who was Zayn Malik back then? Stacy and Zayn did everything together,including there first Kiss. When Zayn auditioned for The X-Factor, she was there with him and when he walked through the door to Bootcamp he promised her he would get in the show for her,so he did. After he won the X-factor with his band members,Stacy was now the official chef/photographer of 1D.Stacy still had secret feelings for Zayn but did he? He showed his beyond friendship love for her, but he never did anything to be with her. When Harry falls for Stacy will Zayn fight back for her love?

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4. Who is she?

 

Zayn’s P.O.V.

I can’t believe how much this class takes. I am so bored, I’ve made a  drawing in almost all of my clean pages, I was going through my notebook admiring all of my drawings and I felt something hover on my arm. I turned around, I met with her pretty green eyes. I shyly said “Hi.” She answered, “Hi, you’re really good you know but, you might need a new notebook.” I heard a loud “shhhh” and I whispered to her, “Yeah I Know, this is my only way of making it through this boring class.” I said stretching out my hand to shake hers “My name is Zayn Malik and apparently I will show you around today.” She let out a giggle “Hi,my name is Bridgette Wells and I hope we can be friends.” Mrs. Brown turned around and I turned around as if I were writing what was on the board, and I heard her mumble “Or more than friends” I didn’t answer, just blushed. The bell finally rung, I was so happy I would see Stacy now. I gathered my things and waited for Bridgette. We walked out the door into the hallway and she gave me her locker number to help her look for it, it was locker number #3132,near mine. Mine was #3118 and Stacy’s #3120 which was right next to mine, which meant she was in my advisement. Before leaving Mrs. Brown’s class she said we had to do a homework on Abraham Lincoln with our table partner. She said, “Hey, about the History homework, where should we do it?” “We can do it at my house after school if you want.” “Sure.” We were at our lockers gathering our stuff when I felt warm skinny hands wrapped around my neck, with out turning around I knew it was Stacy, I caught her off guard and rapidly threw her on my back for a piggy back ride and was walking towards our science class but,she stopped me saying “Yippee, giddee up horsey!” While slapping my butt “Hold on,Zee. I have to do something before I go to class, you can go I’ll be there in a few.” I did as she said, I went to class almost forgetting about Bridgette. Bridgette followed me into the classroom and spoke with the science teacher, Mr. Skyes, she presented herself to the class and walked to the seat next to me on the laboratory table, which was Stacy’s. I didn’t realize where she was sitting until I saw an angry Stacy before her telling her to get up from her seat. I panicked, Stacy is very dangerous when you get her angry. I said trying to calm them down, “Stacy, calm down she’s new she didn’t know. Bridgette, it’s best you get up this is her seat and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” I got up and pulled up a chair for her in the table next to us, she sat with out arguing. When I sat back down at my table I faced a mad Stacy asking me who that chick was? I said “She’s a friend.” “Weird, never saw her around.” I could tell she was mad and a bit jealous so I hugged her to calm her down,it always works. “It’s okay, why are you so mad anyways?” She responds into my neck, “Chase (Chase is a friend of Zayn who likes Stacy since 5th grade) is being an ass again. He doesn’t leave me alone and it gets me mad. He just doesn’t understand, why doesn’t he understand I don’t like him?” “It’s okay, I’ll talk to him about it later. Hey, what was it you were going to tell me?” “Oh, I thought maybe since you’re like my brother and I’m like your sister we can have our first kiss together and “date” she quoted with her fingers “for the guys to stop saying you’re gay and what not.What do you think?” “I think- Mr. Skyes cut me off “Mr. Malik and Miss Demis please be quiet during my class.” We stopped talking and started writing what was on the board and what he has saying.

Stacy’s P.O.V.

I feel so safe when I’m in his arms. Oh my gosh he just said Mr. Malik and Miss Demis, it sounded so cute. Awww, STOP. I need to stop thinking in him, or else I will melt on the spot. I turned around to see his beautiful eyes and saw that girl on his other side. What is she doing here? Who is she? Why was she with Zayn? I couldn’t keep asking myself these things and asked Zayn. “Zee?” “Yeah” he said looking up from his notebook “Who’s she?”,I said staring at her he answered “Her name is Bridgette , she’s new. She’s in my History class and she sits next to me.” “Oh, cool.”I went back to my classwork.

The day passed by really quick, soon we were walking back home holding hands with Zayn and Bridgette next to him. She said “So, Stacy where do you live?” “That one” , I said pointing to the light purple house. “Next to Zayn’s?” “Yes, we’re best friends.” We walked up to Zayn’s porch and he’s so lazy he told me to open the door. I pulled out my key to his house and walked in saying “Mom, we’re home!!” I took a quick glance at Bridgette she looked confused Tricia called out “In the kitchen” We made our way to the kitchen where Tricia was cooking something delicious. I ran to where Tricia was standing with my mom “Hi,Mom. Hi,Mom. “, I said.Tricia said “Hi,Stacy” While pulling me into a hug “What are you making Tricia?” I asked “Shrimp soup” I squealed “Zee, she made our favorite soup. Did you know I was coming,Tricia?” Zayn jumped up and down with me “No, I didn’t. Sorry guys, this is for Yaser, he came home in early. He wasn’t feeling well and so I’m making him soup.” We both frowned Zayn asked “Wait, where’s my Dad?” My mom said “In his room.” Zayn ran up to his parents room. Tricia said “So, who is this young lady?” “Hi, I’m Bridgette Wells” She said while giving my mom and Tricia her hand. I interrupted “Sorry, She’s Bridgette a friend of Zayn and mine. She’s new at school and she has a History homework to do with Zayn. We should start that. Let’s go up to Zayn’s room. See you later,Moms.”

We walked up to Zayn’s room and as soon as we were inside Bridgette said “So, I’m confused when we walked in you called out Mom and then you called her Tricia and you said see you later Moms, in plural.” “It’s a long story. Zayn and I are like brother and sister and so we have keys to each others houses and his mom,Tricia, is like my mom and my Mom,the blonde one, is like his second mom,too.” Bridgette was really surprised but understood well. Zayn and Bridgette finished their homework and I finished mine, when they were done we walked Bridgette to her house. She lives in our neighborhood two blocks away.

The days passed and Zayn couldn’t find the way to kiss Stacy. He wanted something special, something that they would remember through out the rest of their lives. He finally knew where it would be. He took her to one of those night gardens where the place lit up as the sunset and the butterflies flew out of their cacoons. 

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