Over Again (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Hey. The names Jen and...my best friend is Zayn. Zayn Malik. Now I can imagine all of you are probably fan girling like "OMG! SHE KNOWS ZAYN JAWAAD MALIK! AHHHH *le faints*" I know for a fact that you just did that. You love him right? Yeah so did I. But he left me to go on the xfactor and believe me I was ecstatic for him! But then he stopped. Stopped talking to me, calling me. He just...stopped and he broke the one promise he made along with my heart.

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1. The Beginning

Chapter 1 

"You promise you'll text me everyday?" I asked my bestfriend Zayn. He was getting ready to leave with his band for the xfactor. I had only met them once and struggled to remember their names. I'm pretty sure there was Liam, Harry, Niall, and...Louis? Yeah I'm positive that was it. 

"Yes, I will." He said smiling down at me. And when I say down, I mean DOWN. He's a lot taller than me....it sucks.

"No! Zayn do you PROMISE?" I said emphasizing promise. I glared up at him as he 'thought' about it.

He closed his eyes and smiled. Once he opened them again he held his hand over his chest and the other in he air. "I, Zayn Malik, PROMISE to text you everyday." He smirked at me triumphantly and put his pinky up. I latched mine with his and when we let go I tackled him into a giant hug.

"I'm going to miss you!"  I stated. "You better win or I'm not taking to you for...a whole week!" I joked smirking. He clutched his chest and gasped.

"How could you?!" He asked playing along. As I opened my mouth to speak the car horn went off. 

"Zayn! Get your fat arse in the car!!" One of the boys yelled from inside he car. Zayn just flipped them off an locked back at me with a sad smile.

"I'll be back soon. Just don't forget about me okay?" He asked giving me his puppy dog look, which was pretty adorable if I might add.

"Me? Forget about you? Ha! I'm not going to forget about my soon the be popstar BFF!" I said ruffling his hair.

"Hey! Don't touch my hair! And I'm not one of your girly BFF's!" He groaned and began to fix his hair. I laughed and hugged him tight. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders while mine were around his waist. I felt a tear drop onto my head so I looked up to see him crying.

"Awe! Zayn! Don't cry! Your gonna make me cry!" He nodded his head smiling and wipes his tears away.

"Your right. Okay I'm good. Ill txt you when I get there okay?" I nodded and watched him as he got into the car. As it drove away I couldn't help but wish he didn't leave. My best friend was gone.

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'I promise.' I replayed those words inside my mind over and over again. He broke his promise. He topped texting me after his second performance. Guess he got caught up in the fame. I tried to reach him but he always had an excuse not to talk to me so I just gave up. He never tried to reach out to me and that hurt. I cried for weeks on end and went into a sort of depressed mode. I shut everyone out and refused to speak. At one point I was so caught up in feeling sorry for myself that I decided to cut. I still do when I think about him sometimes, but I've been doing a pretty good job of blocking him out.

But that was over 2 years ago and now I'm living with my two best friends Melenie and Cheyenne in our flat in Bradford and I couldn't ask for anything better. 

I met Cheyenne when I decided to get off my sorry ass and go shopping. I was in the frozen food section deciding what Ice cream I should shove my ace in when I hear a girl begin me frantically ask for help. I had run over to her as fast as I could asking her what was wrong. Her response? 

"I can't decide what candy to get!"

Right then and there I burst out laughing. It felt good because it was the first time I had smiled let alone laughed in months. After that I decided I wanted to get to know that crazy girl and we've been best friends ever since. 

"Jen!" I herd from the kitchen.

"What?!" I yelled back shifting my weight on the couch.

"Get your buttox in here!" They yelled. Haha! That was for sure Cheyenne. That's been her favorite word for the past three days. She uses it every chance she gets. 

"Blah I'm coming!" I yell stuffing my phone into my pocket as I get up from the couch.

"I'll be back, my baby" I whisper to he couch.

"You called master?" I asked bowing towards her. She giggled and turned towards me.

"Can you make me a smoothie?" She asked giving me a puppy dog look. It reminded me so mug of Zayn but I shook it from my mind. 

"Pweeaseee?" She asked. God she'a so immature.

I sighed. "Fine. What would you like madam?" I asked her. Her eyes lot up with excitement to the thought of food. She was about to answer but I interrupted her. Ohhh, she's going I love this.

"Would you like a banana smoothie?" I asked chucking a banana at her.

"Or maybe strawberry?" I tossed the strawberries at her couple by couple. She screamed trying to different the flying fruits. I continued throwing any kind of food I could find at her. She joined in and soon we were both covered in fruit guts. At least I was. Cheyenne was nearly spotless, guess my good aim wore off. Damn.

"What the hell?!" Cheyenne an I turned towards the door I find Melenie standing there, eyes wide and mouth hanging.

"Erm...well....eh" We stuttered.

"You guys this is going to take forever to clean."  Mel whined glaring at us. She looked back and forth between Cheyenne and I. We looked at each other and could no longer hold in our laughter. Mel couldn't resist and joined in laughing with us knowing damn well the sight was funny. I mean just imagine walking into your flat and seeing your two best friends cover in tons of fruit and looking at you like lost puppies. 

"Okay, okay.you guys look pretty funny, but we really need to clean this up!" We stopped laughing and groaned.

"But I don't WANNA!" Cheyenne whined. Mel glared at her and she immediately shut up. You see, a glare from Melenie is the scariest thing you will ever experience...next to spiders of course.

"Cleaning it is then." Cheyenne said as she began to pick up the exploded fruit.

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"Wow. Well that was.....FANTASTIC!" Mel yelled collapsing on the couch. 

We laughed at Mel's outburst and plopped down on the couch with her. 

"Do you guys want to watch S-" I started but was interrupted by Mel and Cheyenne who were up and fighting for the remote.

"SPONGEBOB!" They yelled in unison.

"Okay just sit your butts down!" I yelled grabbing the remote from the grasps. I turned on the Telly and gasped at what I saw.

"Jen? Jennifer? Jen?! Hello earth to stupid!!?" Cheyenne yelled trying to get my attention. I could care less about answering her but I knew I had to or else she would most likely call 911 claiming I was having a heart attack. She's a little dramatic.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I was too shocked.

"Jen! What is it?!"" Mel asked waving her hand in my face. She turned her head to the tv her eyes widened and re face pales when she saw what was on. If you think her reaction was bad, imagine mine ten times worse.

"What's going on with you tw-" Cheyenne cut herself off when he looked at the Telly and understood herself what was going on. "Just great! Absolutely great!" Se said with fake enthusiasm.

We all say there a the reporter spoke.

"One Direction! We have the boys here on your performing their next concert!" The overly perky reporter spoke. The way she was bouncing up and down you could tell she was a fan....and that she needed a better bra. She continued, "They're said to be visiting Zayn's family in Bradford and staying there for a month or two while they perform a few of their shows!" WAITI PAUSE! STOP THE TAPE AND REWIND! He's coming back?! No no no no no no no! I can't handle that. The one person I never wanted to see again was staying next to my parents house. Oh! Did I forget to mention that? Yup. He lives next to my house. Lucky me, right? He's back in my life. The guy who broke his promise along with my heart. 

Zayn Malik.


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