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Monroe

It's been a few weeks since my birthday and Justin cheating. Graduation came and gone, and now I'm on my way to California.

After, convincing my parents to let me take this modeling offer, my lovely friend Iza got me, I was able to move to LA. Though they were worried it was an impulse move, they had enough trust in me.

"Honey, are you sure you're okay with this? This isn't about Justin is it? Because you can always stay in Oakland and live with us forever." my mom said kissing my forehead at the airport.

"Yes, Ma. I'm sure and I'm doing this to get away from the bad past and start on my future." I said giving her and Pa a reassuring hug. "I love you guys and I'll call when I make it to Cali.

Walking to designated area for my flight, I thought about all the memories of Oakland. Most of them with my parents, Iza, and him. Justin.

I sighed and boarded my plane ready to start my new life.

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After making it to my new apartment, I saved up for, I put all my stuff down and started unpacking. Not long after a truck arrived with all my stuff back from home. I moved in most of my stuff when I felt a little uneasy with the boxes in my hands.

Stumbling, I was saved my two tan, tattooed arms. "Shit fire, thanks man. I would've fell down the steps and ended up with my nigga, Harambe." I said being able to balance the boxes now.

When I looked up I was met with two beautiful, crinkled, hazel eyes and one of them having a freckle. "Well, we wouldn't want the happening. Now would we, love?" the nice Bradford strong accent spoke out.

While he talked I used this as my chance to take in most of his features. He had a very chiseled face, carved by God himself, silver hair, nice eyebrows, great smile, a nose ring, and he wore glasses upon his light brown nose. His dark brown beard clashed with his hair, but it made him look more mature in a way.

"Did you hear me?" he said snapping me out if my probably creepy examination on the man's face. "I said, do you have a name, beautiful?"

"My name? My name is Monroe but you can call me 'Roe." I said picking up more boxes only to have the good looking man take them away for me.

"My name is Zayn, but you can call me..anytime." he said turning around and sticking his tongue out at me. And might I say that boy had a fat tongue.

"lol u wild. Try again." I said getting the rest of my stuff of the truck and hitting the back of it to let the drivers know I was done and they could leave. I went back into my apartment only to have the silver haired follow me.

"Well how about I help you finish unpacking and later we go over to my apartment down the hall and I cook you food. We can get to know each other a little more." he suggested in a soft voice, taking my hand in his.

Being that I was a little taller, standing at 6'0, I couldn't really hide my face away from him. "I mean, that's alright with me. I love food and especially when the person can actually cook.

"Great." he stated giving a peck to my hand and he walked away to open up a box.

Funny thing is, he made me forget and feel a whole different way than he did.

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II've changed this book around a lot. OG 'idfc' readers, I am sorry but I wasn't happy with this book so I changed it up to where I can actually write. soz

Meet at the lake around 10,
                             Laila 💕