Dear Zayn,

You're sound asleep. I have so much to say to you today, this day, but I can't bare to wake you so I've grabbed my notebook and a pen and I'm back to where this all started.

I had no idea three years ago when I wrote to you the first time how connected I would eventually feel towards you. Something about your choice to leave resonated with me and I felt like I understood you. Little did I know where that would lead us. Even before you wrote back, something deep down called to me, that you were meant to be someone important in my life. At the time I figured you were like a muse, an inspiration for my writing, or a way to put my feelings into words.

But Zayn, you've become so much more to me then that. I can't imagine my life without you in it. Your world is now my world, regardless of all of the crazy, celebrity nonsense which couldn't drive me away. You and I are so similar with our need for privacy and our aversion to attention, I think it takes the two of us as a team to deal with it. And we have!

I'm so glad that I said yes to spending my summer as your assistant, and then again when you asked me to stay and finish my degree online. I never got into the campus life, never connected with other students anyway. I've never regretted staying with you, not once.

In fact, it's been the happiest time of my life. Hearing your voice, feeling your touch each and every day...I couldn't ask for more. I love you, Zayn, so much. More than I thought a person could love someone. I'm looking down at you now and my heart is overflowing with emotions.
Damn, a tear is slowly rolling down my cheek and I know that if I move to reach for a tissue, you'll wake up. I'm not ready for you to open your eyes because there is more I want to say. If you open your eyes to see me staring down at you, you'll take the notebook from my hands and wrap your arms around me. Which I would love, not gonna lie. But not until I'm finished writing this.

The life we're living now has been a dream come true. Actually, it's better than a dream because who could imagine this? I certainly never did. The day you came to my house, the moment I opened the door and saw you standing there, looking down at me with wonder in your gaze, I knew. It was a moment I'll never forget as long as I live, the moment I knew you saw me, the real me, and still wanted me. My heart filled immediately, Zayn. Everything you'd said suddenly sunk in and it took every ounce of strength I had not to crumple into your arms in an emotional heap. Although if I had, I'm now positive you would have supported me, and understood. Because weren't you feeling the exact same way?

Now here we are, so much time later. Thank you for picking up the pen to write back. Thank you for being the person who read my letters and listened to my fears. Thank you for believing in us even before I did. And thank you for never giving up.

Love,

Sara

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Gah! It's over! 😭😭😭 I hope you've enjoyed reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it! Thank you so much for all of your fabulous comments and the voting love! ❤️ You guys are seriously the motivation for me!!

I would like to introduce the next story I'll be posting, Dating the Diva! Written from the point of view of dude extraordinaire, Zack Marin, here is a little blurb along with the first part of chapter one:

Summary:

*When being the boyfriend is the job*

Brianna Royce is a hot up and coming pop star. Her rise to fame has also brought the dark side to light when a stalker threatens her safety.

Hiring Zack Marin as her bodyguard was the first step. Convincing him to pose as her boyfriend was the second.

Falling in love was not part of the plan.

Chapter 1 - Testosterone Showdown

Zack walked into his apartment and tossed his keys on the coffee table. The metal clanked against the glass top, echoing through the sparsely furnished bachelor pad he shared with his buddy, Jacob. Running his hands through his hair, he sighed, attempting to rid himself of the frustration he was always left with after an audition.

"How'd this one go?" Jacob called from the kitchen, his favorite room in the apartment. Zack often wondered how Jacob stayed so fit, always eating and hardly ever working out. It took Zack hours in the gym each week to stay in top shape.

"The usual. A room full of guys who practically look identical, each of us sizing up our odds against the rest." Zack walked past Jacob and made a direct line to the fridge. He grabbed a cold energy drink and took a long guzzle. Swallowing and wiping his mouth at the same time, he pictured the fifteen or so guys, all in their early twenties, muscular and athletic, a basic testosterone show down. The only difference between them was hair color. Zack's dark brown waves stood out among the sun bleached blondes that L.A. was famous for. You'd think he'd have an advantage with that difference, but it hadn't seemed to pay off yet.

"Some kind of commercial, right?" Jacob asked, mouth full of day old pizza.

"Nah, music video for some pop star."

Jacob choked on the pizza. "Music video? Can you even dance?" He laughed with his mouth now half full.

Zack shook his head, "Nope, can't keep a beat to save my life. The roll is for a love interest. Basically a make out scene from what they told me. All we had to do was give the camera a smirk. Took about thirty seconds but I still sat in that damn room for two hours." He wasn't expecting a call back on this job, not that he'd had a call back on any job he'd auditioned for.

"Well, it's a good thing you've got other skills to fall back on. You could have to clear plates of the rich and famous for a living. Bussing tables at the most famous sushi restaurant in Hollywood may sound glamorous, but it's disgusting. Trust me."
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The first chapter should be posted soon! I'm planning on weekly updates, either Wednesday's or Saturday's, I'm not sure which. If you've got any casting suggestions, I'd love to hear them! ❤️