Finding Love Again (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 3 (Now Edited)

Zayn's P.O.V (I REALLY suck at his P.O.V don't laugh at me)

I walked into my house. Where are the boys? "ZAYN IS THAT YOU!?!?!" Louis yells. "YEAH!" I yell back. "WE'RE IN THE KITCHEN!" Niall yells. Of course Niall would be in the kitchen. "I WANNA SEE THE NEW TAT! LEMME SEE!" Louis shouts as soon as I get in there. I unwrap the cling foil a bit and show them. "Whoa, that looks sick. Where'd you go?" Harry asks. "It's this tattoo shop a few blocks from your house." I say. "OH! You mean, um, what was it called again? Oh yeah, Inky. Around lunch I see this really hot girl go in there with food. I guess her boyfriend works there." Harry replies. "The only guy I saw was this one guy in a different room. The rest were girls." I tell Harry. "Hmm, maybe the guy is her boyfriend. Speaking of boyfriends, did you hit it off with one of the girls?" Harry smirked. "I guess. The person who did my tat was a girl called Aubrei. I asked her a load of questions, and she didn't seem to mind at all." I say. "It's not very like you to ask loads of questions." Liam said. "I know, but I felt like I could ask her or tell her anything. I dunno why, but I did. It was a bit wierd too, because she told me she lived in Bradford when she was little. I've never seen her before though. She said maybe it's, because she is younger than me. I just don't know though. I feel like I know her from somewhere though, like when I was little. This is just strange. I think I'll go take a nap, clear this outta my head." I sigh at the end. "Yeah, go take a nap. We'll be here when you wake up." Louis says. "Don't screw stuff up." I tell the boys. "Okay." They all say.

Aubrei's P.O.V

"So, what's up with you? You've been acting strange since you got home." Rose asks, worried. "I'm fine." I mumble. "Hun, you're are anything but fine. Now, tell me what's wrong?" Rose asks once more. I sigh and put my face in my hands. "Have you ever met someone and instantly felt like you know them from somewhere?" I asks her. "No, actually. I haven't. Why are you asking me this?" Rose answers. "Well, when I was talking to Zayn today, it felt like I knew him from somewhere. It was just really wierd." I explain to her. She nods her head as if to say go on. "When he was asking me questions (which I think is very unlikely of him) I felt like I could tell him anything. I need to take a nap, clear my head of this." I tell her. "Okay. See ya when you wake up." She says.