Chapter 4

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                                                           Chapter 4: Meeting Zayn

                                                                     8:46pm

  I hear a knock on the door when I'm getting my stuff ready. I open the door to see who it  is.

                                          " Hey. I'm Zayn.Are you Samantha?" He asks me.

               " Yea. I'm just getting my stuff ready, come on in." I say, opening the door so he can come in.

                                                                " Thanks."      

                                                         " You're welcome."     

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When i walk out of my room 10 minutes later, Zayn is has dissapeared. I drop my stuff and look out the door.

 " His car is still here." I whisper to myself. " I wonder where he went, probally to the bathroom."

When i close the door and turn around i run into something, or someone... Zayn.

" OMG! I thought you left me!" I practically scream at him.

"Why would i leave?Niall told me- no, DEMANDED me to come get you and take you to my apartment to wait for him. So why would you think that i would leave you? I mean really who-" I cut him off.

  "Ok, Ok!" I yell, smiling at him "I don't know. I guess i'm use to being left by someone, i guess..."

 He's laughing at me now. " What!?" I smile. " Why are you laughing at me?!"

He's holding one of the pictures that were hung up in the hall.

" Who is this?" He asks pointing at it.

 " That's me." I say. " When i was three."

" You look so cute!" He's smiling still.

" Thanks. I better take it with me."

" Are you ready?" He asks me.

"Um..." I look around the room. Just making sure i didn't leave anything of mine. " Yep. Let's go!"

When we get to his car he opens the door for me.

" Such a gentleman." I tell him.

" Ha! Thanks i try."

Once we are in his car and settled, he turns on the radio.

"So, do you know One Direction?"  He asks me.

" Who?"

" One Direction." He repeats.

" Never heard of em'." I say.

" Oh, I have so much to teach you, love. Listen to their music."

" Ok."

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15 Minutes later we arrive at his apartment.

" Here we are." He says. " Home sweet home."

" Wow!" I open the door to his apartment.

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