Direct to Forever: The Beginning

How would you feel if you met the boy band of your dreams? Excited? Over the moon? Well Aanah felt all those things, and more. Any fan would. It's when her life turns into a freaking soap opera she started having second thoughts, and falls into situations where she never thought she'd end up.

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5. "She Speaks!"

Aanah's POV


I heard a loud splash behind me. I looked back to see large ripples surrounding a figure, who was struggling. He yelped out of pain due to the ice cold water.

"Oh crap! Aud, I'll call you later!"

"But A-", I locked my phone and ran towards the pool.

As I got more and more closer, I couldn't help but notice that the man crying in the pool was Zayn.

This information made my legs move faster, almost causing me to slip at the edge of the pool.

"Zayn! Oh my, take my hand!", I knelt down and stretched my arm out. He was unable to see, and was frantically looking for my hand.

As soon as he found it, he gripped it tightly, which caused a short sense of pain. I ignored it, pulling him with all my strength.

As soon as he got out, we both fell to the floor, breathing heavily. His eyes were still closed, but tried to open them.

When he opened them slowly, he blinked a few times, finally looking at me. I was just staring at him, knowing a wild expression was portrayed on my face.


The moment he said my name, I felt as though all the cold speck of air around me, turned into a twister, and stormed around my body.

He fucking said my name.

His face had droplets of water all over it, and his beautiful eyes held emotions of awe and recognition. I noticed all this in just mere seconds.

"Zayn, son are you alright?", a voice called from far, and he looked towards it. I took this chance to get up run.

Honestly, I don't know why I'm running. I might as well be the stupidest girl on the fucking planet.

I barged through the back door, running up the stairs to my room. I slammed the door and dropped to the bed. My heart was beating fast.

I swear to god, this has to be one of the most exhausting, yet exciting day I've ever had.

I couldn't do it. I just couldn't build up the courage to talk to him. After pondering over this for awhile, I thought found the explanation.

Maybe it was because he was such a close part of me. Even if I was unknowing of it, he has witnessed and nourished this relationship we held.

If I was just a normal fan, not having any history with him, I would without a doubt have gone bonkers.

The fact that I loved him so much, without even knowing him and being a fan, makes it hard for me to believe that we actually even had a relationship.

It's just not normal. Things like this just does not happen.

There was a knock at my door. I got up scared, preparing myself.


I sighed in relief as Doniya and Waliyha walked in.

They chilled in my room with me for a bit. They were explaining how Zayn fell into the water, and how hilarious and ironic it was. I just laughed, not saying a word about it.

"So have you met Zayn yet?", Doniya asked.

I panicked, but before I could answer, my phone rang.

"Excuse me"

I went up the stairs and picked up Audrey's call.

"How can you hang up on me during a time like this?", her voice went high pitched.

I had totally forgotten about Moira's pregnancy.

"I'm was an emergency. You were saying"

She told me what went down and everything, making me have a really bad headache.

Wow. So much, so fucking much, in just one day.

I hung up as I walked down the steps. I sighed loudly, and looked up immediately stopping when I saw who stood before me.

We just looked at each other. Not a single move was made. Not a hair out of place, not a single twitch.

Aanah, breathe.

Wow, he was just fucking beautiful.

You need help.

He took a step towards me, making the wooden floors creak loudly in the silent room.

He took two more steps, and the more closer he came, the faster my heart pulsated. My muscles knotted tightly, heat pulsing through my body.

This is gonna happen every single fucking time he's near me, isn't it?

What do you think?

He finally came up close to my face. He studied my features, his lips slightly pouting. His smoldering brown eyes creating fireworks inside of me.

I looked into them, blinking multiple times. I saw nothing but him.

Which is why I didn't notice when his arms were barely against mine. I felt his hands gently caress both mine, slowly coming up my arms creating more heat inside of me.

I'm not prepared for this. I never will be.

"Can't you do anything other than stare at me wide-eyed", he smirked, his accent filled voice piercing through me.

He took both my arms in the air, "this", putting both of it around his neck, "is how you hug", he said syllable by syllable as if I were a five year old kid learning new tricks.

He looked at me for a second, before suddenly pulling me towards him, wrapping his arms around me, scaring the crap out of me.

"Aanah Aanah Aanah Aanah!", he said excitedly into my hair.

He pulled back, "Look at you! I just...I just can't believe it!"

He hugged me again, only this time picking me up in the air, causing me to yelp out of surprise. He spun me around, giggles erupting from my stomach.

Setting me down on my feet, but not letting go, Zayn Javadd Malik has just reenacted a scene from thousand and thousand of fantasies and imagines made by fans, with me.

He smiled his smile. The one were he puts his tongue between his teeth. It was such a beautiful sight to see.

Zayn's eyes slightly glistened.


"Zayn, are you..are you crying?", I asked concerned, with a hint of shock.

His smile widened, "She speaks!", he shouted.

I smiled back, blushing.

The room illuminated due to his elatedness. My heart pounded at the fact that I brought so much ecstatic and pleasure within him.

Although it wasn't there for long. His glowing face slowly dimmed down, on the verge of sadness.

"You don't remember me, do you?" He lightly chuckled with no humor.

Before I could answer, he interjected, "no, I don't mean if you KNOW who I am....I mean, if you remember me? From when we were little.."

Slight irritation laced his tone, the expression on his face matching it.

It felt so odd to see him like that, that I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to upset him by saying something wrong.

"Of course you don't", he sighed. "Why would you?"

"Zayn", I started. My mouth felt foreign. Who would have thought I'd be having conversations with any one of them. "..I was really small...I don't remember a lot of things, but....I wish I did.."

Realization of something hit his eyes. He perked up and smiled.

"I'm sorry, it's not your fault....I just get a bit emotional sometimes", the tension in the room evaporated as he swayed our arms lightly.

I wanted to ask him what was wrong, why he was so annoyed, but I thought better against it. We just met. Soon though.

"Aanah, com- oh Zayn! I see you two have finally met..", my mother exclaimed through the half opened door, a smirk following afterwards.

I realized my hands were still intertwined with Zayn's. I quickly let go, and noticed Zayn did the same.

"Well kids, hurry up...dinner is ready", she looked at me for a couple of more seconds before leaving.

We were alone again, silence.

"So..", Zayn said after awhile. Although before he could finish, a loud grumble erupted from his stomach.

I couldn't help it and started laughing. I laughed more at seeing how embarrassed he was.

"Come on..", I pushed him towards the door. "Let's go eat"

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