Zayn's POV
What's the matter with her? Gosh. I have to admit I Liebe to hear her voice. Emilia Eduque and Via has the same voice. Oh god. I really miss Via. I really want to see her badly.. God, give me a sign please.
I look at my window and glances at Emilia Eduque's house. I saw her at her window. I need to see her face because I can only see her hair. When she was about to close her window, at last! I saw her face and she is so beaut- VIA! No Zayn. You're just imagining. No.
No. It is really Via. The girl I really love.
End POV
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Via's POV
I was about to close the curtains of the glass door when I heard someone calling my name an its... Oh my god! Zayn saw me! Dammit, Via! He's now running to my house calling my name. I hurried to lock the door but he tries to push the door so that I can't lock the door. He keeps on pushing the door and I also keep on doing it. Zayn got the strength so he gave all his strength and he won but he bumped to the jar near the door and the jar broke,
Me: Zayn!
He fell on the floor his arm bleeding because of the broken jar. He cries in pain. "oh my god," i sagte while I'm dragging him to the sofa to give him first aid.
Me: You're such a crazy person, Zayn!
Zayn: Shut up!
I laid him down on the sofa and I went to my closet to get the first aid kit. I'm now panicking. Dammit, Zayn! You're such a problem! I hurried to the living room and sits near him. I put some medicine on his wound and he shouts in pain.
Me: Shut up!
Zayn: It hurts!
I finished curing his wound.I pulled his sleeve up and ties a clean white cloth around his wound. Zayn sits near me.
Zayn: I miss you, Via.
Me: Shut up.
Zayn: I won't. Ouch!
Me: Don't touch your wound.
Zayn just smiled at me.
Me: Why are Du smiling?
Zayn: je t'aime. [i Liebe you]
I swear when I heard those words, I can't help but ughhh I don't know how to describe it.
Me: Stop it, Zayn. ce que tu fais ici? [what are Du doing here?]
Zayn: I want to be with you.
Me: The reason why I went here in France is because I want to get rid all of you.
Zayn: Via, I still Liebe you.
Me: Du broke up with me!
Gosh, I really want to schlagen, punsch him in the face right now.
Zayn: Fine. See yah around. (leaves her house)
At last! The idiot was already out of sight. But a few Sekunden later, I heard an angry voice. It comes from Zayn outside my house. I went to him...
Zayn's POV
Dammit! The car key! Why am I so unlucky today!
End POV
Via's POV
I saw Zayn's face and he was so angry. Haha. I Liebe it when he's mad.
Me: What happened, Malik?
Zayn: What happened? My key fell into the manhole!
He buried his head on her hands while me... Haha I'm just laughing..
Zayn: What am I gonna do?
Me: Don't tell me you'll sleep at my house.
Zayn: Sounds great, honey. (his face an inch away from me)
Me: (jerks away) No way! Non! [No!]
Zayn: (pouts) Pleaseeeeee....
Me: Ughhhh Fine! On Sekunde thought. No.
Zayn: Why?
Me: Mr. Malik, there's only one bedroom in my house.
Zayn: It doesn't matter. (shows me his wound) And my wound still hurts...
Me: God, Zayn! (pause) Okay, Fine.
Zayn: I Liebe you.
Me: Shut up. Get inside, Malik
What's the matter with her? Gosh. I have to admit I Liebe to hear her voice. Emilia Eduque and Via has the same voice. Oh god. I really miss Via. I really want to see her badly.. God, give me a sign please.
I look at my window and glances at Emilia Eduque's house. I saw her at her window. I need to see her face because I can only see her hair. When she was about to close her window, at last! I saw her face and she is so beaut- VIA! No Zayn. You're just imagining. No.
No. It is really Via. The girl I really love.
End POV
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Via's POV
I was about to close the curtains of the glass door when I heard someone calling my name an its... Oh my god! Zayn saw me! Dammit, Via! He's now running to my house calling my name. I hurried to lock the door but he tries to push the door so that I can't lock the door. He keeps on pushing the door and I also keep on doing it. Zayn got the strength so he gave all his strength and he won but he bumped to the jar near the door and the jar broke,
Me: Zayn!
He fell on the floor his arm bleeding because of the broken jar. He cries in pain. "oh my god," i sagte while I'm dragging him to the sofa to give him first aid.
Me: You're such a crazy person, Zayn!
Zayn: Shut up!
I laid him down on the sofa and I went to my closet to get the first aid kit. I'm now panicking. Dammit, Zayn! You're such a problem! I hurried to the living room and sits near him. I put some medicine on his wound and he shouts in pain.
Me: Shut up!
Zayn: It hurts!
I finished curing his wound.I pulled his sleeve up and ties a clean white cloth around his wound. Zayn sits near me.
Zayn: I miss you, Via.
Me: Shut up.
Zayn: I won't. Ouch!
Me: Don't touch your wound.
Zayn just smiled at me.
Me: Why are Du smiling?
Zayn: je t'aime. [i Liebe you]
I swear when I heard those words, I can't help but ughhh I don't know how to describe it.
Me: Stop it, Zayn. ce que tu fais ici? [what are Du doing here?]
Zayn: I want to be with you.
Me: The reason why I went here in France is because I want to get rid all of you.
Zayn: Via, I still Liebe you.
Me: Du broke up with me!
Gosh, I really want to schlagen, punsch him in the face right now.
Zayn: Fine. See yah around. (leaves her house)
At last! The idiot was already out of sight. But a few Sekunden later, I heard an angry voice. It comes from Zayn outside my house. I went to him...
Zayn's POV
Dammit! The car key! Why am I so unlucky today!
End POV
Via's POV
I saw Zayn's face and he was so angry. Haha. I Liebe it when he's mad.
Me: What happened, Malik?
Zayn: What happened? My key fell into the manhole!
He buried his head on her hands while me... Haha I'm just laughing..
Zayn: What am I gonna do?
Me: Don't tell me you'll sleep at my house.
Zayn: Sounds great, honey. (his face an inch away from me)
Me: (jerks away) No way! Non! [No!]
Zayn: (pouts) Pleaseeeeee....
Me: Ughhhh Fine! On Sekunde thought. No.
Zayn: Why?
Me: Mr. Malik, there's only one bedroom in my house.
Zayn: It doesn't matter. (shows me his wound) And my wound still hurts...
Me: God, Zayn! (pause) Okay, Fine.
Zayn: I Liebe you.
Me: Shut up. Get inside, Malik
