Things Happen For a Reason (Zayn Malik\Harry Styles)

So We Meet Again

"I still can't believe you picked One Direction. You know I'm not ready!" I said, throwing all my clothes in my suitcase without a care in the world.

Alana sighed and walked over to me. She grabbed my shoulders and started shaking me. "You need to face your fears! You can do it!"

That was my problem right there. I can't do it. If Zayn remembers me as the girl who broke his heart over something stupid, I will never forgive myself. If Perrie didn't come into my life and smash all my walls down, I would still be with Zayn; living a happy life.

"Natalie, I'm only helping you. You need to stop thinking about this." God Alana knew me like a book. It's like she can see whats going on in my brain.

"Alana, it's hard not to think about meeting your ex boyfriend after two years!" I snapped a little too harshly. She took a step back and turned away from me.

I sighed and walked up to her. "I didn't mean it like that, it's just-" She put finger on my lips and smiled.

"It's fine. C'mon, we need to get to our flight!" She exclamied walking into the elevator of the hotel.

I can understand where Alana is coming from, but it really is hard. There was no reason for me and Zayn to break up. But, I guess one person can really mess up your life.

I haven't fallen in love since Zayn. Everyday I would wake up and think, 'I was in love, but now I'm not, and it sucks.'

I stopped thinking like that because it was use. It would make me think that breaking Zayn's heart was all my fault. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Who knows.

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"Were in London!" Alana screamed running out of the plane. Almost everyone looked at us, but she gave them all glares.

"Alana, stop screaming! We need to find our driver." I said, laughing a bit. She mummbled something under her breath and started following me.

It did feel good to be somewhere new. Alot of professional dancers would be in London all the time, but me and her didn't work like that.

Danielle did though. She usally dances for many famous pop singers, but when she's not, she practices with us a lot.

From down the hall in the air part, I saw our names: Natalie and Alana, written on a piece of paper. I quickly nudged Alana, and pointed towards the car.

"Let's go then. I'm tired from all this walking." She remarked, slouching her back down. Who was the one carring most of the bags? Yeah, me. And she's that she's tired?

We finally got to the man holding the sign and he greeted himself.

"Hi, you must be the dancers. I'm Paul Higgins. I'm One Direction's manager." He said, very politly. I smiled at him and stuck out my hand.

"Natalie. Natalie Jones." I replied, sweetly as possible. Alana stuck out her hand and also greeted herself.

"Well lets go then. The boys are waiting." I felt my breath catch in my throat.

I'm not ready for this. I can't see him, it's going to kill me. What if he is still mad at me? What am I going to do?

"Nat, calm down. Your sweating!" Alana whispered in my ear. I put my hand on my forehead, and sure enough, I was sweating.

I looked over at her and smiled weakly. "I'm sorry. I'm just nervous." she nodded and began to look out the window. I might as well go to sleep then...

*After the car ride*

"Nat, wake up!" I heard someone scream into my ear. I quickly sat up and opened my eyes to see Alana laughing her head off.

I narrowed my eyes at her and pointed. "Yeah, Yeah. C'mon were here!" She squealed, running out of the car. I quickly followed her trying to catch up. I saw Paul and walked up.

"Just so you know, the boys don't know who you are, so they might surprise you." Paul said, dropping our bags at the door. He quickly opened it to view five boys.

"Hi we're One Direction!" The boys choursed. Yeah was not expecting that. I looked around the room and locked eyes with the one person I didn't want to see.

I looked into his eyes and saw confusion. I looked away towards Paul.

"Boys, this is Alana Hamiton." Oh please don't say my name! "And Natalie Jones." Yep he said it.

Me and Alana looked at eachother, then looked back to Zayn. His eyes were bulging out of his sockets. I nodded weakly and looked down.

After a few seconds of silence, a door opened.

"Zayn, babe. Where is the control?" A familar voice rang through my ears. I looked over and saw my worst enemy ever, Perrie Edwards.

When she finally noticed me, she gave me an evil glare and smirked. Yeah, I'm dead.