We packed our bags and jumped in the car.
"Zayn Malik, here we come!" Jane yells, and we're on our way to Bradford.
We live in Manchester, London.
I love it here.
But.. I love Zayn more.
I have to leave Manchester to find him.
I will find him.
3 hours later we're in Bradford.
I look at Zayn's contact on my phone. I dial his number and surprisingly, I get an answer.
"Ello love!" Zayn's voice fills my ears and I can't help but smile.
"Zayn! It's Lucy! Do you remember me?" I know I sound desperate when I speak, but I am.
"Lucy? Lucy! Oh my gosh Lucy it's you! It's finally you!" Zayn sounds shocked while he speaks and it brings a few tears to my eyes.
"Zayn! Yes darling it's me! It's Lucy! Why have you not answered any of my calls? I've called you so many times!" I say while Jane and Alice squeal from behind me.
"Oh, Lucy! I'm so sorry! I had my phone stolen by at one of the concerts! I just got it back today!" I hear a smile in his voice and I can't help but smile as well.
"Zayn." I say, "I'm in Bradford! Where are you? Can I see you?"
"Yes! I'm at my house! I'll text you the address when we hang up." He says excitedly.
"Okay! I'll hang up now and drive to your house." I say and I laugh.
"Okay Luc! See you then!" He hangs up the phone.