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...


1. The 1st Letter

Dear Em,

The plane just flew off a few minutes ago, and I am already scribbling words down on an almost blank piece of paper. If I looked out of the small, round window beside me, I'm sure I still would be able to see you standing wavily on the ground with that precious smile on your face. Promise me that you won't let go of it while I'm gone. To help you keep it on, think of me: How I love you unconditionally and will never stop.

Liam just leaned over Niall and his crips to tell me to remember to greet you from him. Niall wants me to, too, I think, but I'm not able to translate the things he is saying with all the munching on the food. Now that I have given you their greets, I give you mine. I hate to do it on the British Airways' paper and in a letter, but you know I don't have any other option. Blame it on the management: It's them who wanted me to break off all gadget contact with you. And even though I want to, you know I can't disagree with them.

I'm still kind of scared from flying; I guess I never really got over my fright of it. The lads can see it written all over my face and they try as good as they can to comfort me, but all I really need to calm down is you right here beside me, holding my hand and securing me that everything's going to be all right. But I know that it won't, because you are not here with me: You are back home in London, whilst I am flying high above the clouds towards Berlin.

You don't have a single clue of how much I am going to miss you.

Yours always,  


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