-Chapter 1-

I walked down the street, tears blurring my vision. I couldn't get the thoughts out of my mind.. The flash-backs were coming more regularly now. Every night, sometimes twice a night and I couldn't stand it anymore. Reliving every horrible moment of that night. I stopped at the local park and sat on the swing. The cold night air blowing my hair around. I let the first few tears roll down my cheeks and drop into the sand. I looked down realizing I was still wearing my pajama pants and an old sweater. My makeup ran down my face as the tears fell harder then I felt something. A warm hand was placed on my shoulder and a whipped my head around prepared to fight off who ever was standing behind me. As I turned my head around my green speckled eyes were met with a pair of soft hazel ones. Who was this boy? I don't remember ever meeting him. I looked over him once trying to remember where I had seen him. His perfect dark hair stood up in a messy quiff. He was rather tall and dressed in clothes that made him look like a hipster. Then it clicked. He was Zayn, from the popular UK boy band One Direction. I was shocked and quickly wiped my tears, not wanting to look like a mess in front of one of my celebrity crushes. "Are you alright babe?" he spoke in a hushed tone.

I looked straight into his eyes, "I'm fine, thanks." I lied. I stood up and walked away not wanting to look so pathetic and helpless in front of this gorgeous boy. I felt a hand grab on to me again and I was quickly turned around and staring into his perfect eyes again. This time I didn't stop myself from letting the tears fall. He held me into his chest and stroked my hair while I let out quiet sobs. Why was he doing this? I'm just a normal girl, nothing special. I pulled away and looked at him. "Why? Why are you being so nice to me? You don't even know me."

His face turned from shocked to understanding to comforting in a matter of 3 seconds. "Why wouldn't I be nice to you? Sure, I don't know you, but I'm know that you're gorgeous and I'm not going to let a gorgeous girl like you freeze out here crying." I faked a small smile. He wiped another tear away from my cheek. "Why don't you let me buy you a cocoa and you can tell me why a pretty girl like you is out here all alone crying." I smiled, for real this time and nodded my head. I didn't want to tell him about the flashbacks, the years of torture I went through and how I've lost everything I have loved but I was freezing. He grabbed my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze and we walked towards the local café.

I was glad it was nearly 2am and no one was outside. I didn't want to have to deal with the pictures that I'm sure would've been all over the internet the next day. We got to the café and I could feel the warmth surround me as soon as I stepped through the door. I sat down at a table in the corner off the small building and Zayn quickly came back with two giant mugs of hot cocoa. He sat down in front of me and I took a sip from the mug, trying to avoid what was coming next. He could tell i was avoiding it so he placed his hand lightly on my arm. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I want to make sure you're okay." He was so caring and sweet, I wish I could tell him but I couldn't so I just slowly nodded my head.

"I'm fine, I will be.. " I blatantly lied. "Why do you care so much?" I suddenly bursted out. "I mean, yeah, I appreciate you being so nice but, you're famous. It's not like I don't know who you are. You could be off with any girl flying to some where extravagant but instead you're in this small café with some girl you don't know. i just don't understand." I could see the hurt in his eyes. He cupped my face with his hands and whispered just loud enough for us to hear.

"I don't want to be any where in the world except right here with you. you seem so interesting and amazing, after being with you for only 10 minutes I already want to know about you. I hate seeing people hurt, because I've been hurt. I want to make sure you won't be hurt anymore."

Zayn's P.O.V.
I didn't even know this girls name but something about her fascinated me. I just want to know more about her. I could tell by her eyes that she's been hurt. The faint scars on her face tells me that she's been hurt way more than I could ever imagine, and for some reason I want to be with her so that she never gets hurt again. She's gorgeous and mysterious. As I sat there admiring her she kept taking sips from her cocoa, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to. "What's wrong, babe? Tell me what's on your mind?" I said, longing for an answer.

Girls P.O.V.

"What's wrong, babe? Tell me what's on your mind?" he said, his eyes longing for something.

"I just, find this all hard to believe I guess. I feel like I want to tell you everything but I know I can't. You don't even know my name." I let out a quiet giggle and quickly covered my mouth. A smile formed on this face.

"So are you going to tell me your name then?" he said with a wink.

"Amanda.." I said with a smile, a smile that hasn't been around for years.