Not Again!(One Direction)

I could faintly hear music from next door, along with people singing along to it. I couldn’t make out any words but it did sound oddly familiar. Since I moved into this complex in London three months ago, I still have yet to meet any of my neighbors.

It was 11 at night and I was exhausted from moving around my bedroom so that my bed was away from those noisy neighbors.

I flopped down onto my bed, as soon as it was in the perfect spot, and within seconds I was sound asleep.

I was awoken by the sound of the alarm on my phone playing over and over until I finally reached over to my bed side and turned it off. It was already 11 and I had a lot of shopping and organizing to do before I had my party.

“Shit..” I mumbled to myself.

Oh I forgot to mention I invited all my neighbors over Friday night for a party

 I don’t like not knowing who I am living by. And yes, I am aware that this is probably extremely stupid and I doubt anyone will show up, but I thought it was a good idea, at the time

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I pulled myself out of bed and stripped down before walking over to the bathroom and taking a quick shower. I didn’t have time to get all dressed up and I didn’t really care to, seeing as I was only shopping for food and maybe a small table to place the food at the party.

After my shower I quickly towel dried myself and wrapped the towel around my hair to somewhat dry it while I got dressed. I gathered the quickest outfit I could find. I didn’t have time to apply much make up besides a bit of eyeliner and mascara. I left my hair down to dry as I threw my beanie over the untamed mess.

As I made my way down the stairs I heard an oddly familiar voice shouting, “Liam! I’m going to the market, need anything?”

It couldn’t be who I thought it was and if it was then he would be here, so before I could find out, I ran to my car and made my way over to Nandos.

After finishing up my lunch, I made my way over to a few furniture stores and ended up purchasing a decent size table for any food that I was having at the party.

It was now 6 and I was finally back home with my new table and all the food for the party. I already brought all the bags upstairs into my place and now I just had to get this damn table up those stairs by myself. I had a struggle getting it out of my car but I was determined to get this upstairs and in my apartment by myself.

I decided to make sure I was behind the table so I didn’t drop it down the stairs. I heard a door close and footsteps making there way down a few flights of stairs.

Someone then said, “It looks like you could use some help there!”, as weight from the table was lifted off of me. The voice just played over and over in my head as that same voice butted into my thoughts, “What floor?” he asked.

“Errmm, 4th,” I managed to get out. As soon as we reached my floor we both set down the table and before I even lifted up my head to take a look at who the familiar person was, he shouted “LEX?!” I slightly jumped since I was not expecting him to shout out my name.

I quickly looked up to see Zayn.

Yes Zayn Malik from the one of a kind boy band One Direction, he swiftly made his way around the table and wrapped his arms around me as he squeezed me and picked me up

. I let out a slight giggle and wrapped my arms around his neck as he spun me around before gently putting me back on the ground. Both of our arms dropped from each other as he began to speak,