It started with a photograph (Zayn FF)

Meeting Zayn Malik

Daizy's Point of View

I lifted my daughter in my arms. It was so frightening, the way those goons looked at us. This lane was very isolated and there was no scope of any help.

Still, forgetting everything, I started running in the opposite direction, not entertaining my daughter's cries as we were in a serious situation. I found a hotel and it looked very rich. I knew it was wrong but I had no option.

I climbed the wall, successfully, sneaking inside and avoiding the guards, I ran into the hotel. I breathed unevenly as I hid in a corner. I whispered in my daughter's ears, "calm down sweetie, we're safe. Mumma is here", I cooed.

She stopped crying and snuggled into me as I controlled my own tears, side effects of escaping from a risky situation.

"Y-your bag", she pointed at it and I looked to see the zip was open. I sighed and quickly started checking my stuff to realise if anything was missing.

Everything was there...except the photograph.

I widened my eyes. Where's my photo? I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I really can't lose it.

No...I can't...

I looked at the other side hearing footsteps and saw a man stopping in front. His face was not visible as he was looking down and I saw he was looking at my photograph.

Oh no!

He picked the photo and stood up. That's when his face became clear and I widened my eyes, almost losing my balance in shock.

Z-Zayn?

His eyes also grew big when he saw the photo. After all, it's him who's in the photo.

My first ever crush!

I was in tears seeing him. I couldn't react to what my daughter was babbling. When he got suspicious of someone's presence, I palmed my daughter's mouth.

"Ssh" I said to her and she nodded. I removed my hand and hugged my daughter close as she yawned.

"Zayn? What's your room number again?" Came Harry Styles...oh my god! Zayn looked back, holding the photo down.

"405" Zayn mumbled, he looked lost and why not? After all he saw his own face in the class photograph.

"What's that Zayn?" Harry asked curiously trying to look at the photo.

"Nothing", Zayn said quickly and somewhat panicked? "It's someone's lost possession. I will give it to someone. I need rest. Goodnight!" He said quickly. And, without waiting for any reply, he rushed to the other side.

I hid back to not let him see me.

Harry looked confused at Zayn's weird behavior and shrugged, he turned around and went.

I realised my daughter fell asleep. I quickly sneaked to the fourth floor through the stairs. It was really scary and my heart raced fast at the thought of getting caught.

I managed to reach the room of Zayn. How to get inside?

I hid as I heard the click and saw Zayn leaving, but he left the door open. He went in the room two rooms away from his.

The hotel must be booked only for these boys, that's why he is being so casual with his stuff.

Nevermind.

I went in the room and looked here and there for the photo. Oh God! I will get caught.

I have my daughter too. And, I don't want her to see me getting arrested on the charge of stealing, which I am not even doing.

I sighed in relief when I saw the class photograph on the table.

I was going to pick it up when...

"Is it your's?" I almost jumped at my place hearing his voice but controlled as my daughter was still in my arms.

I looked back as I held the photo. Zayn freaking Malik was standing in front of me looking at me intensely.

I felt getting lost in those eyes again.

"Sorry", I squeaked when I realised that I was loosing myself. I needed to go...no matter what. I can't let those feelings rise again.

"Stop right there otherwise I will call guards", Zayn said when I attempted to move.

I closed my eyes almost whining. Why the heck I got in this situation? I was prone to get stuck in my created mess always.

"I didn't mean to do anything. I am sorry. I swear I didn't take anything except my photograph. Please leave me", I said in one go with panick.

"You still ramble a lot, Daizy", Zayn chuckled in husky voice.

I got flustered.

Wait ...

"How do you know my name?" I asked him.

"Because it's maybe printed on the side", he pointed at the class photograph and I blushed in embarassment on my dumb question.

"You used to be like this back in school as well", he added.

"Uh--do you remember? We never interacted", I said shyly caressing my daughter's hair when she moved.

"Well but I have noticed you. I saw you in my classroom too sometimes. And you were always trying to not look at me", he laughed and I got even more embarassed.

"By the way, is it your daughter? I also knew you were in a relationship with Lucas I guess, if I am not wrong", he said and my smile fell.

"Yes", I whispered feeling my heart crack. "He's dead", I said sadly smiling.

"Oh", he said, his smile falling. "I am sorry", he whispered giving me a sad look.

Sad Zaynie doesn't look good!

"It's ok", I said. "I guess I should leave", I added.

"No. Stay here", Zayn said. "It's good catching up on a school mate. Please", he said.

"B-but Zayn, it's not a-allowed", I said to him stammering.

"I insist", he said.

"Ok", I said. He smiled big hearing it. He guided me to sit on the bed.

"You want tea?" He asked going up to the table and holding the kettle.

"Yes. I will make it for both of us", I said hurriedly.

He chuckled and waved it off.

God! I was in a room with my first ever crush and the member of One Direction! Zayn Malik!