Forever and Always // Zayn Malik fanfiction

Part nine

Heres part nine, enjoy:-) I will be uploading quite a lot now as I get my holidays tomorrow (woop) and so I'll have more time to write. Hope you like it, feedback welcome  xx

*Rhiannons POV*

I sat on the beach, throwing pebbles in the sea, and watching them skip over the water, before disappearing under the water surface, and never appearing again. I guessed that it was around 11.00pm, but I didn’t care; I had nowhere else to go anyway. I felt the beach relaxing- like a place where I can gather my thoughts, a place that will always be there.

I felt water droplets fall from above, and soon it was full on raining. I sat there and sobbed- how did I let myself get to this stage? Why was I so stupid to let this happen? As the rain got heavier, I pushed myself up from the spot on the beach I had been sitting on for the past few hours, and began to walk down the beach, following the tide. I was drenched- the rain was clinging to my wet body, and you couldn’t tell the difference between the rain and tears on my face. I turned and looked out to sea, admiring its beauty. There was a full moon, and the moonlight reflected onto the sea, setting a rippling effect on the water surface. For a moment, all my worries left my head, and I stood in peace. But as soon as I heard the distant chatter from the other people in the area, it was ruined, and I was left trying to blink away the tears, as horrific thoughts entered my mind once more.

*Zayns POV*

I walked out of the small restaurant that sat next to the beach. This was the only part of America that actually felt like home as the beach was almost desolate due to the fact that it was pouring with rain. We had flown over to America- we had concerts over here, and, if I say so myself, were getting pretty popular worldwide. We were set to be out here for another two weeks, before we could finally fly home. The band and I had just left the restaurant, and were heading back to the hotels bar, that was around a fifteen minute walk from here. As soon as I spotted the rain, I let out a groan at the boys. “Who’s idea was it to walk to the restaurant?! Look at the weather!” “Chill out mate.” Harry laughed, ruffling my hair. So now I had to walk home, in the rain, with my hair a mess. Perfect.  “Harry, I will get you back, I swear.” I whispered under my breath, before I carried on walking. I wasn’t really paying much attention to the people around me- I was just looking out at the sea, until somebody caught my eye. There was a girl, her back turned to me, looking out to the sea. I found it a bit strange- a woman, by herself, at 11.30pm at night in the pouring rain- something wasn’t right. “I’ll catch you guys up, I just want to take a closer look at the sea. The boys raised their eyebrows and shrugged, before agreeing and walking off, deep in conversation. I walked up behind the girl, and tapped her lightly on the shoulder. I was shocked to see who it was.

*Rhiannon’s POV*

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and nearly jumped out of my skin. I spun around, and my eyes widened when I saw who it was. It was Zayn. We just stood there in shock at each other for a couple of seconds, and I looked into his chocolate brown eyes. He finally held out his arms, and I fell into the hug. I hadn’t had someone who actually cared about me for the last few weeks, and so I let him stroke my hair as I cried into his shoulder, as he whispered words of comfort into my ear. The rain was as heavy as ever, and so Zayn held out his hand and said softly “Let’s go back to the hotel, yeah?”  I joined my hand with his, and we began to walk across the beach to the street.

 My feet were so sore; every step I took, pain rushed through the soles of my feet. I gritted my teeth and carried on, but as soon as we were on the concrete, I let out a small whimper. “What’s up?” Zayn asked, his forehead creased. “Oh my feet are just a bit sore.” I croaked. “Better take a look at them then.” Zayn said. Before I could object, he sat me down on a bench and took off my uggs and socks. Zayns eyes widened as he saw them, and I quickly shoved my feet back into the shoes. “Wha-” He began to ask, but I cut him off, telling him it didn’t matter. He nodded, and I knew that he would ask me later, but at least I was okay for now. “Well you can’t walk home with feet like that, and we don’t have a car...” Zayn said, thinking of a way to get us home. “It doesn’t matter, really, I’ll just walk.” I said quickly, although we both knew that this wasn’t going to happen. “Stand on the bench.” Zayn said casually. “What?” I asked. “Stand on the bench, go on.” He simply said again. I raised my eyebrows, but seeing as the place was almost deserted, I did, and he took my arms, wrapped them around his neck and lifted my by the legs. He started walking, and I let out a small laugh. I was on the back of Zayn Malik. In America. Going to his hotel. In the pouring rain. As you do. 

Don't really like the ending to this but oh well. Please comment on what you think of the story, and give me feedback, I love reading the comments:') Part ten up asap xx

-Charlotte