*Third person POV*
Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you hadn't met your best friend? Or taken that wrong turn? Or failed that quiz? The point is, everything you do, every choice you make, impacts your life. It may be tiny and undetectable but it may be huge. Well, Zayn Malik, had one of those life changing moments today. And now his life will never be the same again, ever.
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It was like any other day in London, England. At eight in the morning not many people were out. Only the early work commuters and those with no where to go. The cold wind whipped at their faces while they looked at the sky, threatening to rain at any moment. Any sane teenager would be inside, most likely sleeping until the afternoon. But not Zayn Malik, of how British/Irish boy band, One Direction. You see he has always had a liking for going out when no one was around. And today was no different. He had woken up late today though, and was in a rush to get going. Grabbing his black hoodie and ,matching black converse he practically flew out the door. But not before calling to one of his best mates, Liam Payne.
"I'm going out, be back soon." He said quietly, as not to wake his three other friends whom he also lived with.
"Okay" The brown haired boy called back to him just before the door slammed shut.
The famous pop star made his way down the street. towards the more run down side of town. He had always preferred to be there instead of the superficial and commercial side of town. It had a ring of truth there, people actually lived poorly and couldn't have the luxuries he did. It kept him grounded. He kicked a rock down the street towards the big abandoned bridge that he crossed every day. He hadn't been feeling well lately, things had changed since they got back from the american tour. Tensions were high and everyone was stressed. As the rose to fame, tempers flared and true colors surffaced. Zayn had known the boys of One Direction ever since X-Factor in 2010. They always got along, but things change. Harry has turned in to some sort of man-whore, Liam was bossy, Niall was wanting to quit, and louis wanted to settle down. And to be honest, Zayn Malik was scared, scared of what would happen to the band, to his friends. No one wanted to admit, but they all knew they needed help. Zayn didn't know what he would do if the rest of the boys quit, with him trying to stop smoking, the last thing he needed was to lose his friends. But back to Zayn, he strolled towards the old bridge, but something was differnet about it. There was someone else there, a girl to be exact. A beautiful black haired girl with stunning blue eyes that he could see even from far away. She hadn't seen him yet, she seemed to be in her own little world on the ledge of the iron bridge. He walked a little closer to her, he was about five or six feet away now. She still hadn't realized his presence. Then she did the unthinkable, she took a step, her foot dangling off the edge.
