College Life |Zayn Malik| [Under Editing]

Shopping with a Friend

“Ahh she was probably jealous because you’re friends with the one and only ‘Zayn Malik’” he paused “Not saying that I’m great anything, I didn’t mean it that way. Just explaining it through her point of view” he said causing me to laugh again.

“I understand. Do you mind if I stop at the mall? My friend is coming to visit me tomorrow and I wanna buy her something.”

“Yeah, no problem, what’s your friends name?”

“Iris… She doesn’t really like One Direction, so please don’t take any of the things she says too personal.”

“It’s fine as long as she doesn’t joke about my hair, 'cause then it’s gonna get personal whether you like it or not.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she won’t." I giggled.

“You better.” he laughed along with me.

I pulled up to the mall and we walked in. Zayn did get recognized. Though he did get questioning glances, most people shook it off and kept walking.  We went to Pandora where I got her and me matching best friend bracelets. I guess when it comes to gifts I’d spend whatever. I mean my dad is pretty well off, not that we’re super rich, but I can usually buy whatever I want. Eh, that sounds snobby, but I promise I’m not spoiled!  Zayn bought some stuff too. I think he got some stuff from Abercrombie. We finally got back to our dorm and I instantly felt the need to take a nap. Of course I couldn’t though, we still had to decorate the dorm with the stuff we bought.

“Zayn can you like, put the stuff up? I’m really tired.” I sighed.

“But what if you don’t like how I arrange it when you wake up?”

“I’m not picky. I’m sure you’ll make it look fabulous anyway.” I laughed drowsily.

“Are you sure?” he chuckled.

“Yes. Please, I’m going to pass out” I said, my eyelids starting to feel like they weighed tons.

“Babe fine, take a nap” he smiled sweetly and I fell onto my bed, shutting my eyes.

“Thank you” I immediately fell asleep. Hey now, did he seriously just call me "babe"? ...Must be a British thing.

~

“Mom?” I shouted at my mother across the street but she didn’t even look at me.

“Mom” I ran up to her but she didn’t even react, almost like she couldn't hear me. Almost like I wasn't even there.

“Hello?” she still didn’t respond. Instead she walked across the street.

“Mom listen to me!” I screamed as she unlocked her car from her key button, slowly approaching where she was parked. 

“MOM!” I screamed one last time before it happened. A speeding car slammed right into her.

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I sat up with Zayn sitting on my bed beside me. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked with a concerned look on his face. Oh god, why are these dreams coming back. I used to have weird dreams like this before she died. Okay yes, I believe in ghosts and the afterlife. Call me a nut, I don't care. I always thought it was her trying to communicate with me or something, but I don't understand why'd she'd torment me with horrible memories.

“Um... yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” I mumbled.

“You were mumbling the word 'Mom' over and over again… and you kept turning.” he scratched the back of his head.

“Oh, it was nothing” I smiled weakly. The dream was about my mom dying. She was killed while crossing a street to get to her car. I remember I cried so hard that night. Of course I wasn’t there when it happened, but when I got the news I was so hurt. I’m over it though. At least I’ve convinced myself I am. 

“It didn’t sound like ‘nothing’” he said then instantly regretting his words “Sorry”

“No, no. It’s okay. What time is it?” I asked squinting to look at the clocks on the wall “Oh! You finished decorating” I grinned.

“Yeah, I did a pretty awesome job didn’t I?” he laughed.

“Ha! Yes, the awesome-est!” I laughed looking around the room. It was actually nice “Told you it’d be fine.”

“The dude is coming tomorrow to put the TV in so… yeah.” he smiled and stood.

“Great.”

“Yep. Well I’m going to Starbucks with my friend, would you like to come?”

“Nah, I’ll stay here. Thanks though.” I smiled.

“Okay, see you later” he stood before walking out. I got out of my bed and took a shower. I changed into pajamas and hopped in one of the soft chairs with my laptop. I got on Tumblr and laughed at the posts on my dashboard. That's when I saw a bunch of pictures of me? Well Zayn and I, but still. I ignored them and the very silly rumors I read, and continued srolling down my dashboard. Tumblr burns time quicker than you think. After a few reblogs I checked the time to see it was 10:48.

“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow :)” I texted to my friend Iris and got into bed. I fell asleep before Zayn got back. I couldn’t wait to see my best friend and I couldn’t wait to spend time with my new one.