Chapter no 1 : THE SPILLED COFFEE..

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I had just taken my vanilla latte and Mary's chai latte from Starbucks and was heading back to our favourite spot with hands full . When my phone rang .Trying very hard not to spill the lattes with great difficulty I extracted my phone from the back pocket . It was Mary .
Hello !
Emma my boyfriend's here .
Sorry but i will meet you later you know we have been fighting a lot lately so I better not turn him down .

I was talking to her and walking down the path trying my very hard not to spill the coffee because my hands were full . I had coffees and a couple of books in my hands on which I had scribbled a lot . I had the books in my hands and had the lattes resting with my chest with my forearm over them .
Yeah yeah sure , I said . no probs .. Have fun .
Thanks .
I hung up the phone when suddenly someone bumped into me so hard that all my things went flying out landing straight on the ground.
Ahhhh!! No no no ..
I bent down on my knees looking at my books and papers on which I had worked carefully were now drenched in coffee .
My phone also lay flat on the ground with a large crack across the screen .
Not bothering to look at the person who was the cause of this chaos I started collecting my things .

Oohhhh.. I , I
I looked up to see a man in his early twenties wearing a hoodie and black tight jeans . He was wearing a mask and sunglasses so I could not see his face ...
But otherwise looking dope for his fashion sense .
Ohh.. I'm so sorry . I didn't mean to .
As soon as that British accent rang in my ears I knew who it was .. but it couldn't be . NO HOW COULD IT BE ..
Are u alright? He asked worriedly .

Oh ! Yeah ! It was him.

IT WAS ZAYN MALIK.

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