Coming Home

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Zayn POV

I walked down the narrow street I had grown up on. As I came near to my house, a few snowflakes began to fall, which wasn't unusual for this time of year in Bradford.

I stopped momentarily and leaned down to examine the writing in the cement I had made when I was five years old. I still remember that day clearly. They had just poured new cement and Lila had the idea to-

Lila.

I had spent so little time with her after the age of fifteen- that- that I barely remember what she looks like. I only really remembered her pigails, her dimples, how her smile would light up the room when we were little.

I wonder if her smile is just as bright?

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Hello!

This story has only gotten like fifty reads but I want you guys to know how truly appreciative I am. Really!

U

I deleted Crashing Into Love, but just so you know, when I finish this one I am starting a new one!

(which may be a long ways away...)

Thank you!

~notebookmelodies x

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