After much convincing, my mom finally believed that I was really going on a date with Zayn. In a way, she wasn't surprised. My mom thinks I'm the most beautiful girl in the world that can get any guy. But what mother doesn't think that about their daughter? I don't really see why she, and most guys my age, think I'm so attractive. I had been asked on many dates before, but turned most of them down. My mom didn't understand why I didn't want to date any of the boys. Nobody attracted me.
But there was something about Zayn... Those brown eyes, the blond highlight, his smile, and that british accent brought butterflies to my stomach.
I took a quick shower and went to my room to try and find something to wear. After about 30 minutes of trying on every outfit I had packed for the trip, i decided on a tight, white dress that came down just below my thighs. I paired it with black and white heels and a black purse. I went into the bathroom to do my makeup. Just some simple, shimmery, nude eye shadow, a thin line of black eyeliner on my lids, mascara, and blush, the usual makeup I would wear. Then i went onto my hair. It was already dry, the brown, messy, natural curls hanging freely from my head all the way down my back. I did some simple waves with my curling wand and parted my hair down the middle.
There. I was ready. I went back in my room to check the time. 6:30. I had to leave. I hurried and put some simple gold bracelets and rings on, grabbed my purse, and went out the suite door. This was it. I was about to do what millions of girls dreamed of.
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Stay (Zayn Malik Fanfic)
FanfictionAri Nolane went to the UK with her parents expecting to spend hours in museums, on tours, and in shops. Little did she know, she was about to have a run in with Zayn Malik, member of One Direction. It was the summer romance that every girl dreamed o...
