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CHAPTER 3 - They Don't Know About Us

2011

CASSY POV

I really don’t know what hit me. The whole time I was at the barbecue, I had to stop myself from blushing. I finally got the chance to see Zayn in person, and I can confirm that he is much more beautiful in person. And not only was he overflowing with blessings in the looks department, he was also quite smart. He really knew how to keep a conversation going, and within that short fifteen minutes we had to talk, I already found out so much about him.

The next morning, I went on twitter and there was a surprise waiting for me. Zayn had followed me and that’s how we continued our conversation. He asked for my number, and I willingly gave it to him. At first, I have to admit it was quite awkward. But as the days passed by, we talked through text, calls, and sometimes Skype more frequently. He actually confessed that he liked me, and I thought I could just die. I told him I liked him too, but I think it was pretty obvious. We had to keep it on the down low though, because we didn’t want to make things messy. He was a pop star; I was an average fan girl. He was on tour all the time, and I had to adjust if we really wanted to make things work. He had fans who’d kill me if they found out, and I was really scared because I knew how dramatic his fans could be.

In just a few weeks, Zayn taught me so much about him. Stuff you wouldn’t learn by just googling “One Direction facts” or “Zayn Malik facts” on the internet. I found out how much he loves drawing just as much as he liked making music. I already know how much he loved music, but I learned that he loved making people happy with his music better. I learned how much he gets hurt by those racist remarks, and that the pressure just gets to him sometimes. And I made sure I was there with him through it all. And through that, I fell in love by the way he made me feel so special whenever he talked to me. I fell in love by the way he listened attentively to everything I told him.  I fell in love by the way his eyes lit up whenever he’s talking about something he’s very passionate about.  And I guess falling in love with him was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.

Four days… Four days since the last time we talked. This was probably the longest we went without talking to each other and I had seriously lost all hope of Zayn coming back to talk to me. I wasn’t in the mood to go out, or socialize with my family, or even eat. I actually felt so stupid for letting myself get so close to Zayn. I mean, come on, did I seriously think we’d make it work? Did I seriously think I could make him stay with me when he’s out there travelling, living the life, and practically letting those girls throw themselves at him? I knew it was too good to be true. We’ve talked for a few weeks only anyway, that was probably nothing to him.

I was in the middle of torturing myself by browsing through pictures of Zayn when I heard my mom call out my name.

“What is it?” I shouted back, sounding a little annoyed. I really wasn’t in the mood to move an inch from my bed. My mum shouted something back that I really didn’t understand. I was about to brush it off and just continue with the torture, but something tells me my mum needs me and that I should go downstairs. So I did.

I ran downstairs. “Mum, what did you say? I didn’t catch—Oh.”

“I said you have a visitor.” She said, setting the glass of juice down on top of the coffee table.