I Hate This Part(Zayn Malik)

Chapter 2: Zayn

Chapter 2: Zayn

I watch as she leaves the concert, waving goodbye to me. She's leaving a bit earlier, probably so she doesn't have to deal with traffic. I don't blame her cos it can be hectic to leave after one of our shows, but I just wish they wouldn't go.

I don't know why I'm thinking this way. I barely know the lass, but she just captivates me so much. It's not every day that a fan gives you a static shock. We just got on so well too and I don't know. I guess she was kind of pretty too.

Soon enough, we are thanking our fans, my gaze never leaving hers as she reaches the door. She turns back once more and waves goodbye again. I wave back, a smile forming on my face. I watch her curves exiting the room, her brunette hair flowing down her back nicely. I remember all of her features perfectly as I exit the stage along with the lads. Her tan skin complimenting her boring brown eyes. It's hard for me to even remember her eye color behind her bulky glasses. It just wouldn't be her without them though.

"You okay man?" Liam asks me as we take a seat in our dressing room.

"You were kind of out of it," Harry adds as he takes a gulp of water. I do the same, removing the sweaty shirt from my body and kicking off my shoes.

"Yeah, just a bit distracted," I respond casually, grabbing a towel. I need to go and take a shower.

"Don't let it happen again," Louis glares at me. I leave the room before any more questions could be asked.

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"I'm knackered," Niall says plopping down on the bed across from mine. I mumble in agreement knowing damn well that I'm probably not going to be sleeping.

"Night mates," Harry says and is almost immediately out on his bunk. Louis doesn't even say anything, jumping on his bunk. He needs to get his panties out of it's bunch. I understand that he has problems, but we're all sick of him being this way, especially over a girl.

I know I'd never react that way.

I roll on my back, looking up at the bed above me, not as tired as I should be. I almost feel defeated though because I know I will never see that girl again. All I know is that her name is Monica and she has two friends named Alex and Alyssa. I don't even know her twitter or nothing. I'm sure she follows me and probably tweets me every day, but so does most of my fans. I can never see her again. It shouldn't bother me as much as it does, but I can't help it.

What's wrong with me?

No fan has ever had this effect on me. I normally don't lie awake in the middle of the night while my mates sleep just to think about some lass I met at one of our shows. That just isn't me. I enjoy my sleep, but I just can't seem to get any as the brown-eyed girl keeps entering my thoughts.

Is she thinking of me? I sure hope so. She probably is, well maybe all of us as a whole, but I can't even imagine how happy I would be if it was just me. I wonder if she's still embarrassed by how she statically electrocuted me on accident or if she's flushing think about how I kissed her on the cheek. I hope she thinks I gave her the best concert experience for paying attention to her the whole time. No other fan has gotten that rise out of me.

Again, I barely know this chick. Why am I so attracted to her? I mean, she cool, but she's ordinary yet far from. I can't even comprehend my own thoughts right now. I'm so tired, but I know if I sleep she'll be in my dreams. That can't be too bad, I mean she's haunting my thoughts now as I'm awake. I better shoot a quick text to my mum and sisters before I go to bed for real.

I unlock my phone, quickly typing in a message to my family back home. I miss them dearly, but we're only about half way through the tour. I'll see them soon enough though. I mean, I FaceTime with them every day and I just bought my mum a house. Her and the girls love it. I quickly shoot a goodnight text asking how everything is back home and telling her that I love her to my mum, knowing I won't get a response until I'm well asleep.

I roll over onto my side, thinking about that damn girl again. Whatever. I probably won't remember her by the morning, I hope. It's not healthy to like someone who you can never seem a reason why I avoid dating.

Soon enough, I drift off to sleep, having dreams of that girl just as I expected I would.