Letters From Home - A Zayn Malik Short Fanfiction

When Zayn Malik and his four best friends - and band mates - has to go on world tour, he is forced to leave his girlfriend Emilie. Management tells him that he because of the craziness in One Direction's fandom and the paparazzies will have to live without any electronical connection to Emilie, because they are scared they might do wiretaps over his phone or record their Skype conversations. As they say, "you never know what they will come up with next!"
Zayn is shattered to pieces when he leaves Emilie, but he refuses to not speak with her for the next few months he is going to be on tour. So when the old-fashioned idea of writing letters pops in his head, he soon enough finds himself with paper and pencil in hand, writing his thoughts down to the girl, that he loves...


13. The 13th Letter

Dear Em,

You're right. It hurts me to know that you let those things get inside your head. Whatever these stupid people are saying, you cannot begin to start believing in them. It's more important than anything that you won't, 'cause if you do things between us might be different in a way I don't want them to when I get home in two months.

In the moment I'm sitting in Niall Harry and I's hotel room and eating sour cream and onion Pringles like there's no tomorrow. Niall and Louis went to a bar to get some beers earlier this evening, but only about one and a half hour later Lou dropped the leprechaun off here again because the little blonde one was too drunk to even remember where he lived. That boy never thinks of the after effects of drinking: Tomorrow he's going to have the biggest hangover ever and one heck of a blackout ... let's just hope he hasn't made anybody pregnant.

I can't even tell you how excited I am to coming to Italy in a few days. We're going to tour both Milan, Rome and Venice; cities which if you ask me is worth visiting at least once in your life. And you know what? Once this tour is over, I'm gonna take you to the last one of these: Venice. Wouldn't you just love the food, the architecture and sailing along the canals bathed in the sunlight from above? I know I would.

While I'm gone I only want you to remember how much I love you; then I will be back home before you know it.

Dearly yours,



I let out a sigh. Loving a boy had never been like this in my dreams ... and now that dream had become reality. I wish I could just wash it all out and forget our past together, but I couldn't get myself to do it even if I had the chance. My love for him had grown too strong for me to break. 

I missed our movie nights. I missed his hand squeezing mine gently. I missed his kisses. I missed him holding me tight in his arms when I feel down. I missed his love.

The clock on my wall rang twelve times in a row, telling me that it was midnight. That it was New Year. I smiled; a new year was to me always a chance to get a new start on things. But this time, I was celebrating the night without him.

A hard knock sounded on the door, waking me up from my daydreams. Who would disturb at this hour? A friend bringing in a party, my mom coming over with a new-baked pie? It didn't seem like it.

I walked to the door and with a sigh pushed down the doorknob to reveal my visitor. I just hoped it wasn't some irritating door-seller or some drunk teenagers pranking me; both of these was seen before, and more than once. When the door clicked open, I lost my breath.

He was standing right in front of me. Zayn, my amazingly beautiful and caring boyfriend.

Before I could get to say as much as a word he took my head in his hands and kissed me. Feeling his lips pressed against mine felt like meeting an old friend again after years of not seeing each other. 

I embraced the feeling of the colorful butterflies flying around in my belly.

"Zayn?" I whispered when he pulled away. "Is this really you?" I lifted a hand and tenderly put it on his cheek, caressing it gently with my thumb. 

"Yeah, it is," he smiled and gazed happily into my eyes. "I got home just in time for your New Year's kiss. I was afraid you might have shared it with somebody else."

"Never. You'll always be the only one for me," I told him with a small smirk. "But I thought that you were going to Italy?"

"I were."

"Why are you here then? Management must be having a heart attack."

"As I told you I wouldn't miss the chance of seeing my girl. We aren't having a concert for the next 48 hours, so I jumped on a plane to London with Liam and Louis before anyone could stop us. We all needed to see our girlfriends desperately. You don't know how hard it is to know that she's all alone in rainy England while we're out seeing the world. It feels terrible."

"Hey," I said and pulled him closer to me to rest my forehead on his. "There's no need to say that. You're here now."

"And you know what?" He chuckled, his eyes smiling at me. "I'm not ever going to leave again."

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