Moving Novels: They Don't Know About Us (Zayn's Story)

Chapter 3- A day at the park... in another continent

Picture of JAKE <3 on the side!

AND the Funny One Direction Ringtone (which I currently use) ;)

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Mandy's POV

"I'm alive!" I screamed into the heavens, once I stepped out of the jetplane. "I'm ALIVE, good Lord, God, thankyouforhelpingmesurvivethehorridexperienceofplanesandflyingandcreepyflightattendants. AMEN." I prayed all in one breath when I reached the ground. Luke just snickered behind me, and I accidentally stuck out my elbow and hit him in the gut. I heard an oof, the sound of my victorious laugh, and Harry Styles' voice telling me to answer my phone. Jake walked past me and cocked an eyebrow.

"You seriously have a One Direction Ringtone?" I just smiled widely at him, and nodded my head furiously. Louis Tomlinson just screamed through my speakers.

"Well..." He narrowed his eyes on me, and tapped his foot on the ground. "Aren't you going to answer it?" I formed an O with my lips.

"Oh, right." I paused to listen to Zayn's voice before finally hitting the ACCEPT button.

"Mandelleine Dianne Bellefleur!" I squinted when I heard the screech of my raging mother. "What took you so long to pick up?"

"I liked my ringto-"

"And why haven't you called the moment you landed like I told you to? Do you know how much you worry me sometimes?" She didn't even let me finish as she ranted from the other side of the line.

"Mom, it has been 5 minutes since we landed. I haven't even arrived INSIDE the airport yet. I'm still climbing on the freaking shuttlebus!" I countered in a very high-pitched voice. "And stop calling me by my full name! I mean, seriously! It sounds ancient."

I dug my face in my palms as I sat on the seat of the bus. I really cannot believe what would drive anybody to name their child Mandelleine. My parents' naming skills are beyond my comprehension.

"What are you talking about? It's a wonderful name. Fit for a princess! Your father and I thought about..." And I just stopped listening right then. I put her on speaker and gave occasional grunts to let her think I was still paying attention. We were dropped off at the building where the customs of Doncaster International Airport were.

"Dianne? Are you listening ?" I looked through the glass and at the man who was looking back and forth from my passport.

"Yes, ma." I groaned the same time the guy in front of me stamped my passport and let me through.

"Oh, really? What did I just say, then?"

"Uhhh..." I scratched my chin. "You love me... good... uhh, bye?" I earned a loud scoff from mother. I snickered to myself while wincing at the afternoon sun. I just stepped outside of the airport and was greeted with the intense light from the sky, and the chilling breeze of Doncaster.

Gah. I'm gonna get chapped lips again. I thought to myself while fixing the sunglasses on my face.

"Dianne-"

"Mandy." I corrected.

"DIANNE. I don't like repeating myself. I was talking about your car." As if on cue, my eyes landed on a man in a suit holding a paper, with my name on it. It took me a while to see beyond him, where a shining Lamborghini was calling me.

CALLING.

ME.

OHMYGOD. It was platinum-colored.