Shattered Reflections (One Direction FanFiction) COMPLETED

20- Ordering of the Starbucks

April 22,2012

"Oliviaaaa" The singsong voice of my bradford boy came into play. I almost hadn't realized we were in a fast-moving plane until the girl on the intercom told us to fasten our seatbelts.

"Livy-Bear! Comeon babe, sit up so we can buckle these impossible metal things.." Zayn says, shaking and making the ungodly sound of metal clinging.

Groaning and moaning, I finally got myself up, and found that I had been sprawled out on Zayn's lap on the plane.

I sat up on my own seat, which happened to be next to the window and next to Zayn. "Good Morning Princess," Zayn said, helping me buckle up and noticing the redness of my cheeks due to the comment. 

"good morning Zayn"

He just called me Princess, am I dreaming?

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"Welcome to Melbourne!!" Grant exclaimed as him, Casey, and Mike led Zayn and I to the car, outside, behind the screaming fans.

"ugghh are they everywhere?" I groan, and whine as I stumble over people's bags. "Watch it Liv, are you alright?" Zayn said, grabbing a tight grip on my hand.

"uhh yea, just SOO tired!" I groaned, trying to hide the blush from the sudden touch of Zayn's warm hand.

"Olivia, stay with Zayn. He knows how to be quick and fast." Casey warned, and he handed me a pair of HUGE Ralph Lauren Black Sunglasses. "...you'll need 'em."

"Ready for the Melbourne fans?" Zayn asked, interwining his fingers into mine; sending shills up my spine. Kindof like what happened with Niall's kiss.

"did you feel that?" Zayn asked, walking out the doors with a grin on his face.

"feel what?" I ask, not knowing what this boy is refering to. "....nothing.." he says back, awkwardly ending the conversation.

Soon enough, Zayn and I had been exposed to the crazy, devoted fans, that are camping out the airport at 4 in the morning. "These fans really love you," I say, on my toes, shouting in ear.

The response was different than I thought it would be. He stops and laughs. Like full out- laughs.

"...Did I miss something?" I ask, wondering what is wrong with this boy. "they are here for you too babe," he said before kissing the top of my temple.

It's true, I look around, and multiple signs had written 'Liv' or 'Liver' on it. So people actually ENJOY my music! But how can I look at the fans when Zayn is holding my hand and kissing me?

"Simon wants to two to go to the Langham Hotel, meet him in the lobby at 7am sharp. Please don't be late. We trust you two to be okay alone." Grant said opening the passenger door for me, and leading Zayn into the driver seat; avoiding the paparazzi questions of why Zayn was with me.

The door closed, and I see that I am in a car with Zayn, in a foriegn country and GPS with a destination.

I look out the window, and see the sudden scenery of the beautiful plains and farms of Austrailia. The sun was almost rising, so the sky was a perfect mix of dark blue and all sorts of reds and oranges.

All of a sudden, the glass window lowered it self, exposing me to the strikingly cold temperatures of the morning. My first instinct was to yell, which I did, at the top of my lungs.

"ZAYN MALIK! CLOSE THIS WINDOW RIGHT. NOW.!" i screech. "well, I'm not awake, and the last time I checked, the driver has to be awake while driving." Hasn't the boy heard of coffee?

"Let's stop at that Starbucks," I say pointing at the upcoming Shopping Centre. "great." was all he said before taking a sharp right turn.

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