The Story Of Sara: Book One

Chapter One:

As I looked out of the window, down on the whole city, I felt a cool breeze run along my back. I turned around to see nothing, no one. I haven't had true friends, or anyone to lean on in 4 years. Not because I didn't want to, but because I couldn't. My fear of what might happen if I get close to people gets the best of me, I have lost to many people to start another realationship full of pain and tears.

It was almost 6:00am, so I jumped off of the old, beat up sofa and made my way to the run down bathroom that I use everyday. I looked at myself in the mirror, I hate the way I look, it makes me sick to my stomach to see my face. I am just an idiot, no one cares about me, they don't even know I exist.

I stripped down to nothing and got into the shower, I turned on the warm water and stood there for what felt like forever. I looked at my watch to see it was now 7:00am, I finally washed up and got out. I used an old multi colored towel to dry off. I only had a few outfits, so I chose a plain t-shirt, some black jeans, and a hoodie.

This is one of my favorites, I wear it every chance I get. I grabbed my phone, that I stole, and wallet, that has a bunch of stolen money in it, and walked out of my flat.

I loved going to a coffee shop down the street. The people there know me, and understand that I don't talk or get involved with anyone. I was almost to the shop when my shoe lace came undone, of course it had to right now ,why not?

I moved to the side and bent over to tie my shoe. I was almost done when I felt someone standing over me, I looked up to see a boy with tan skin, dark brown eyes, and black hair with a quiff staring at me. "Are you okay?" He asked with concern. I nodded and proceeded tying my shoe. "Umm... excuse me, miss?" I looked back up and the boy was still standing there. "Would you like to come in and have a cup of coffee with me?" He asked. No. No I can't, even if you are incredably cute, I just can't.

I shook my head, and looked back down at my shoe. A new set of hands were there, finishing the job for me. I looked up into the boys deep brown eyes and he laughed. "Now that you seem to be free, how about that coffee?" He asked and extended his hand. One cup couldn't hurt, right? I stood up but didn't take his hand. I walked around him and into the shop, I heard his pace quicken behind me.

I walked up to the counter and saw Remy, she was the one person who worked here who I liked. I nodded my head and she gave me my usaul. A bagel with cream cheese, chocolate chip frappacino, and a cup of fruit salad. The boy came and stood beside me and ordered and latte' and some toast. Once my order was ready I nodded to Remy, telling her thanks and left the boy to go and find a seat.

I found a place that seated 1 and sat down, I never said I would have coffee with him, I am only doing what I do every morning. I saw him walk over to me, he put his food down and pulled up a chair. He sat down and took a sip of his latte'. "What is your name?" He asked. I decided to humor him so I got a pen and a pad of paper and wrote down:

I don't talk. My name is Sara.

I handed him the pad, he read it and frowned. "Why?" He simply asked. I grabbed the pad from his hands an wrote:

I have my reasons.

"Which are?"

None of your buisness. 

"I like the name Sara." He said, changing the subjet. I'm glad he did, I have never talked like this to anyone. Why is he so different?

So do I.

"Would you like to come back to my flat?"

No.

"Please? I won't force you to talk to the lads." He begged. Lads? What lads?

Who are these "Lads" you speak of?

"You don't know? I am in a band, One Direction."

One Direction?

"We are a group. The other lads are Louis, Liam, Niall, and Harry. My name is Zayn by the way." He said with an extended hand. This boy and touching, God. I took a deep breath and shook his hand. This was the first human contact I had had in 4 years. It felt nice. I felt a bolt of electricity and took my hand back, he must have felt it to because he did the same.

"So is that a yes?" 

I didn't think my answer would do any harm in the long run, boy was I wrong.

Yes.