The holidays passed, Christmas was warm, everyone was happy wearing huge grins as we handed out presents, which most were gifted to Zayn. It was mostly gift cards and a box of chocolates that he was more interested in. I knew my family would gift him since he's done well protecting me from anything that was possibly a threat, despite there being nothing after me, not yet.
I was gifted a leather bond journal, that had my initials on the front and the black strips of leather tied together, which had a small pattern barely visible unless the firelight reflected it. Smiling at my grandparents that gave it, I knew what this gift meant.
