The Story Of Sara: Book One

A/N: Hi people who read A/N's! This is me, nickieloves1d. That rhymes! DJ Nickie in da house! Sorry... off topic. Anyway, I wanted to say a massive thank you to Sara1121! I think that is your user name... sorry if it's not. BUT JUST ONE BIG MASSIVE THANk YOU TO YOU SARA! Thanks for liking my story, and thanks for being the first person to do it as well! <3 to you! And I would like to point out that your name is Sara... and the lead charecter (<--- CAN"T SPELL) is named Sara as well! Well thanks again and sorry I talk so much, on with the story!

Chapter 2:

"Ready to go?" Zayn asked. I nodded my head that I was and we set off. "Your a really nice person to be with." He said, he tried grabbing my hand but I took it away, acting like my hair became the most interesting thing on the planet.

"Um... could you please, please talk to me? I feel like I am with no one, yet I am with a very beautiful girl." At this I had to stop and stare at him, me beautiful? No way in hell I am.

I shook my head. How can someone think this way, about me? I am nothing special, just... how?

"Please? I will do anything! Just one word?" 

I think if I say one word, he will shut up about me being 'beautiful'. One word. I don't know if I can do it. What word should I say? I looked into Zayn's eyes, hopeful was writen all over his face. One word... one word...

"Hi." I said. I said hi! It felt.. nice to say something and it wasn't weird saying around Zayn. I felt like I could do it again, a different word this time!

"How are... you?" I said. "Wow. Your are just.. amazing." Zayn said. "Hello, and I am fine by the way. I am exstatic!" He said. Zayn did the unexpected, he hugged me. I didn't hug back, until I heard a little voice in my head say HUG BACK YOU MORON! So I did. And it felt absolutley fantastic!

"Zayn... thank you." I said. Saying his name felt good, like it was meant to be. "No Sara. Thank you." He said, realesing me from the hug. This time I grabbed his hand. We walked to his flat, hand in hand. I wasn't worrying about if he was after me.

It just felt right.

~~~~At The Lads Flat~~~~

"So we all live in the same complex, but I am by myself. Harry and Louis share, don't ask about Larry Stylinson, and Liam and Niall share. Please don't even start on Niam.. for me please?" He asked, I laughed at his face. It was like a puppy dog with a quiff.

"I promise, I won't." I said, I was now really comferable with talking around Zayn, now other people was a different story. I doubt I would be able to talk around his mates.

"Were here!" He sang. "Now this is Lou and Hazza flat. This is the main hangout." He pulled out a key and put it in the lock. He turned it and the door popped open. He walked in first, then it was my turn. It was breathtaking but messy.

Compared to my tiny little flat this was Heven!

"Come on it! No one is here, yet. You'll know what they are a mile away." He said, I laughed. He gave me a 'Grand Tour' and it was really fun. "No offence, but this place it a disaster." I said with a chuckle. "I know, my place has more order. This place has the order of a pig pen."

As we walked back down the long hallway, with pictures upon pictures, I sw a pair of... carrot underwear? "Ew!" I squealed. Zayn was in the laed but turned around when I squealed. "What's wrong? What is it?" He asked with concern. I pointed to the underwear and he looked at it and laughed. How can he laugh, it's gross.

"It's just Lou's. He loves carrots." He said picking it up and chucking it into a room that was painted orange, Louis' room.

"NO WAY HAZZA!" I heard a shirek, like a little girl's. "Oh! The lads are here, I told you you could hear them a mile away." We looked out of the window and saw for lads walking toward the buliding. one had very curly hair, another had blonde hair with a slight quiff, like Zayn's, one had practically no hair, a buzz cut. and the last one had a full on quiff, higher than Zayn's.

"Time to go and meet the lads!" Zayn said and grabbed my hand. "Zayn... I-I don't think I can do it!" I said, tears brimming at the corners of my eyes. "Sara... oh Sara. You don't have to talk. I promise, just meet them please?"

I thought about it for a moment and the nodded my reluctently, this is gong to be fun.

Zayn started dragging me along again. I heard the front door open and then close. We got into the living room just in time to see the 4 lads putting there coats away and turn around with surprised faces. "Why hello there." The Curly one said.

I froze, I didn't knw what to do. So I ran. I ran out the door, to the lift and out of the complex. I ran and ran. I could hear Zayn screaming out for me to come back, but I just couldn't. I stopped in a park and fell to the ground, tired from all the running. It only took a few seconds to relize what was happening.

I saw Zayn, panting and out of breath, but then I saw a monster. Him.

The last thing I remember seeing was Zayn. The worry and panic on his face. I fell unconcuis and all I could think was how sorry I was.

He grabbed me and Zayn, oh Zayn. I'm so sorry Zayn.