#1st answer

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Certainly that is something that we aren't sure is true, but I am sure about what I think and I think there's a high possibility that this is true since Zayn himself told us so a couple of times.

Some people also think that in that hidden L there is also a hidden P

I mean, he doesn't do things by chance, we know that, and I think that can be very close to this case since the same two letters have been found on two different occasions.

And tbh I haven't seen any hint of Zayn Payne out there, I think some people say it's Zayn Payne because at first glance Liam looks, like, top or something, I don't know🤷🏽‍♀️

quiz #1:

Who am I?

Of all the questions I've been asked, this one must be the hardest. There are so many different answers, all of them equally valid and true. I could say that I am a mother; an ex-schoolteacher; a wife; a daughter; a teller of stories; a procrastinator; a human being; a lover; a friend; a musician; a Yorkshirewoman: a Frenchwoman; a reader; a watcher of movies; a being made up of ancient stardust and powered by cosmic improbability.

But I am also a person who dislikes being labelled.

And so, I thought I'd answer the question here, where people can read it (or not) over a series of little blog posts, depending on how motivated they are to know more.

Answer 1: a Yorkshirewoman.

This is the shop where I was born. I remember it well, even though my parents moved when I was three years old. It belonged to my grandparents (there they are in the picture, looking both very young and very old to me now), and it was a corner sweetshop and newsagent's, about as far from Vianne's pretty little chocolaterie as you could imagine.

It was in a part of Barnsley called Stairfoot, most of which has now been replaced by a bypass and some supermarkets. It had an outside toilet, and a tin bath in the kitchen that, with addition of a few planks of wood, doubled as a worktop.

I remember sitting in a big drawer under the counter in the shop, watching the customers come and go. Sometimes my grandfather would let me help him with the newspaper round, and he would carry me home in the canvas bag he used to deliver the papers. Sometimes he would play "roundabout", and swing me round and round in the bag. This was a secret from my mother, who thought it a dangerous pastime, which made the game all the more thrilling.

My grandfather had an allotment nearby, to which he would go on Sundays. I often went with him and watched. He grew all kinds of fruit and vegetables, with which he made jam, pickles, chutneys - and sometimes wine. He was heartbroken when he lost the allotment (as part of a compulsory-purchase order to build a new supermarket). He'd been a coal miner most of his life, but he was always a gardener at heart.

I wrote about him later, in BLACKBERRY WINE, and with the money, I bought a house with a garden that no-one could ever take away.