Zayn frowned at the brown journal in his hand, his fingers caressing the cover lightly. He had found it when he woke up, sitting right beside his pillow and since then he had been just looking at it trying to figure out how it got there.
The silver haired boy had seen that journal in Liam's room more times then he can recall. He had seen the older lad writing into it frantically, a bright smile sketched across his lips. Zayn smiled thinking of that smile.
Finally he shrugged and opened the book flipping it to the very first page.
Oops! Această imagine nu respectă Ghidul de Conținut. Pentru a continua publicarea, te rugăm să înlături imaginea sau să încarci o altă imagine.
His heart swelled at the innocence in those words, lips splitting into the biggest smile he could manage.
'but you are not Liam's mate.'
Came the voice at the back of his head reminding him of the cruelty of fate. His smile faltered as he shut the book back before sighing to himself.
He wasn't Liam's mate then why did he have his journal?
