Happy New YearA Story by Aehr 1D Fanfic about the one and only Zayn Malik. I love him so much! :P “What’s the time?” That was the question on everyone’s lips, and everyone’s
mind. Of course, in mine as well. I quickly pulled my sleeve and glanced at my
worn off watch. It was 11:58 p.m. Only two minutes to twelve. Two minutes to
the start of the new year. Two minutes to the end of that horrible year that
had shown me nothing but horrible scenes, misfortunes, and adverse
situations. All I could do back then was
to wish that the next year, thinks would change. All I could do was hope. And
well, that’s exactly what my inner conscience urged me to do, so that’s what I
did. Those two minutes, my mind raced. It was faster than any of
those rockets or bullets. Flashes of the whole year came before my eyes as a
meaningless film. Leaving New York, my first day at university, that
embarrassing fresher’s night incident, everything. It all came back to me, all
in one go. The speed increased and kept on increasing, more rapid with each
second. I was lost somewhere deep in my own thoughts. I was in the state of oblivion
for those two minutes. Those two minutes kept dragging on and on. But then, I
snapped back to reality. I looked around me, there was nothing but people with
excited looks on their faces. And then? “Happy New Year” Fireworks shot up in
the sky, and it looked like daytime all over again. Red, blue and green neon
lights seemed to have been thrown up in the sky. People around me stood up and
hugged each other, with smiles on their faces, and ‘Happy New Year’ on their
lips. The chilly air suddenly didn’t feel so chilly. There was warmth all
around me. The warmth of the smiles on the people’s faces, and the warmth of
love and care. It was everywhere. I turned around to look for him, but he was nowhere to be
seen. He should have been there. At least that moment when the fireworks went
up in the sky. At least that moment when the clock struck twelve. He was late.
Just like always. I rolled my eyes, and pushed my way through to the road. The
crowd seemed to be never-ending. I wanted to stomp my foot on the ground and
scream ‘Why me?’ like a three year old, but then I realized that it was
useless. And also kind of stupid. I shook my head and continued walking. I was
quite hurt. He promised that he would be there. I was just crossing the bridge, when I broke down. It was
kind of stupid, but I really couldn’t help it. The tears came trickling down
quite unexpectedly, and it was like a mini avalanche in my brain. I stopped to
look over the edge. The sight was beautiful. There were reflections of
colourful lights on the black water of the lake. The sky was pitch dark and
starry. From the corner of my eye, I saw my friends Fiona and Jasper slow
dancing with each other on the music one of the people had requested the Café
manager to play. I managed a faint, almost fake smile. At least someone was
having fun. Fiona, Jasper, and I were kind of a trio at university. Of
course, I had my boyfriend too, but he was busy with his group, and we
basically met after school every day. Fiona, Jasper and I used to hang around
and have fun together. It wasn’t long before the three of us turned into best
friends from just friends. And talking of Jasper and Fiona, they actually
turned into more than friends the month before. I was quite happy for them, and
they themselves were having the time of their lives. I wiped my tears with the knuckles of my fingers, and tried
to shake the thought away. But sadly, it just didn’t seem to go away. It had
sort of mad its place in the back of my head. I hated that feeling. I just
started walking again. This time, with no idea where I was going, or what I was
doing. I crossed the bridge, and kept walking. I was just going to cross the
road, when I felt a strong, muscular hand catching mine. A shock wave ran down
my spine, followed by a surge of excitement, and then a tiny hint of anger. I
recognised that hand just by touch. It was him. It was Zayn. My Zayn. With that firm hold of his, he pulled me towards him, and I
twirled like it was some dance step. I inhaled the fragrance of his super intoxicating deodorant, and a smile automatically played on my lips.
The anger flew away, and nothing but love took its place. The hair stick which
bound my brown hair in a loose bun fell down, and my hair fell down open on my
shoulders. A second later, my face was inches away from his, and he had his
arms around my waist. My hands were around his neck. He was smiling that divine
side-smile of his, and was wearing the same black flimsy shirt I had gifted him
on his birthday. We were under one of those huge trees in the park and were
well covered by some of the thick, low, green branches. No wonder no one had
noticed him. I was completely speechless at that point of time. Suddenly,
the sky seemed to be clearer, and more beautiful. The bad start of the year
didn’t seem all that bad, and I didn’t feel like crying any more. Zayn had held me many times like that before,
but whenever he did, he blew my mind away. We stood in silence like that for a
moment. “Happy New Year, Des” he said in that low, husky voice of
his which was like music to my ears, even when he wasn’t really singing. He
wiped my half-dried tears, and my face invited a hint of pink. I stared down at
the ground, biting my lower lip. “I missed you,” I managed to say, the tears coming back. I
wrapped him in a tight hug, and he hugged me back. “I missed you too, Destiny,” he whispered in my ear. I
smiled, a stray tear escaping my eye. I always loved the way he spoke my name.
It was the most comforting voice in the world for me. “How was the tour?” I asked, looking up to his face. “Pretty awesome,” was his reply. We stood like that, looking into each other’s eyes. I could
hear the music from the café, only faintly, but it was enough to dance to. He
gently swayed to the music, to and fro, with me in his arms. I didn’t want to
be anywhere else except in his strong arms. Zayn twirled me around, and brought
me back to him with a jerk. It was a miracle being with him, not surrounded by
paparazzi and people with cameras. “Fiona’s out there with Jasper you know,” I said, just so
that he knew that they weren’t going to drive me home. “Shhh,” he whispered putting a finger on my carmine lips.
“It’s just you and me now” We danced for quite a while. It was just amazing. It
really was just him and I. But then, a question struck my mind. “So, how exactly are we going to go home without people
noticing us?” I asked him, with my innocent look. He chuckled. "Don’t worry. Harry’s sent a ride. It’s waiting
outside the park. We’re just going to have to sneak out” I nodded, and he took my hand. We walked, pretty much jogged
to the entrance of the park, and surprisingly, no one noticed us amongst the immense crowd. It seemed like
God did have a few miracles for me that new year. Our fingers intertwined in the car, and we sat close enough
to hear each other’s breathing. That car ride home, I realized what a big pessimist I was. I
wanted someone to kick me. I saw all the
bad things, and forgot the good ones. I mentally made a list of all the good
things that had happened to me the year before, i.e. 2012, and I actually had
quite a good number. My parents had got together again, Fiona and Jasper were
my friends, I had met Zayn, and I was doing good at school. What more would a
girl like me want? It was only then that I realized that I was the weirdest
girl on the planet. How could I miss out on the good part of the year when it
was right under my nose? With a self-satisfied smile , I pulled Zayn closer to me and
hugged him tighter. “What’s wrong?” He asked, a considerate tone in his voice. “Nothing. Everything just turned out to be right,” was my
answer. Zayn chuckled, and I could make out that he didn’t understand what I
was trying to say, but he decided to shove it away. When we reached my place, he got down, opened the door for
me, and got me out. I could still see fireworks in the sky, but my head was
spinning round. I was happy, but also a bit confused. It was the best feeling
in the world. When we reached the door, Zayn bent down, kissed me on my
cheek, and released my hand. “Later, Princess” he whispered in that magical voice of his
before vanishing to his car. And just like that, I thought, the prince rescued the
princess, and returned her safely to the castle again. When I was going to bed that night, I looked up at the ceiling, and smiled with my eyes tight shut, like a lovesick fan-girl. Even without saying anything, Zayn had just made me realize something I should have long back. From someone else's point of view, I thought, it would be like crediting him for absolutely nothing. But that was really untrue. He made me realize, he really did. And he didn’t even have to say anything. That was when I decided that I loved him with all my heart, and that 2012 was not the worst, but actually the best year of my life. I just had to tilt my vision a bit! © 2013 AehrAuthor's Note
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