The bad boy next door

Chapter One

Hey, this is one of my first fan fictions! Please don't hate.... I'm not sure where this is going to lead or when I'll update, but I will as often as I can!! Tell me things you like, and things you don't (constructive criticism only please!!! xxx) thanks!

-Emily

~~~~Memphis' POV ~~~~

Crap.

Crap!

Crap.

Crap.

Why the heck did my mom leave the dang door open!!

Now Betty's out. I'll never find that cat. She's so adventurous. And now that she has new land to

discover, I'll never find her. By now, she could be .... I don't even know street names. I'm from

America, not London, England. My dad's in the Air Force, so we move a lot. I'm sixteen and the

longest I've ever lived anywhere was three years. And that was in Georgia. Any way, back to cat

Hunting....

My family and I have lived here for all of two and a half days and Betty's already gotten out of the

house three times. I have only been walking for about, oh, I don't know, ten seconds when I see a

very familiar cat tail poking out from behind some old boxes. As I'm sprinting over to the black and

blond tail that is swaying slowly back and forth, I hear a door slam, but I'm focused, so I ignore it. I

reach my destination and shove the boxes away from the kitten. I grab Betty before she can spring

Away. I wrap my arm around her waist (is it even called a waist on a cat??) and turn around, just to

run into a chest. I look up to a pair of hazel almost gold-looking eyes and weary smirk.

He has a strong jaw bone, dark hair, and a much darker skin tone than everybody else iv seen

here. Huh. He's really attractive. His hair is styled up into what i assume people call a quiff. Not

many americans have that style, so i wouldn't know. Even if he could handle my awkwardness we

wouldn't make good friends... I'm not good looking enough. He would probably not even go into

public with me. Im pretty average looking, in my opinion. His expression changes to that of

someone who is used to people staring at him. I wonder why he's looking at me like that? Am I

doing something weird? "uh....." Is all I can get out when I realize that i'v been starring at this

person in front of me. "sorry, I was just leaving" I mumble trying to scoot around him, but he just

moves in front of me, his hands wrapping around my upper arm. My eyes widen... Was he going to

kidnap me? Oh god! Just take the cat instead! You'll like her better any way, she doesent say weird

stuff or think about being kidnapped!!! My thoughts are broken into by the dude waving his hand I

front of my face... I blush furiously. Ugh. Why am I such a loser...?

"hey, I'm Zayn... And you are?" I glance at his face. His eyebrow is quirked up. he has a nice

accent... Like. Reaaallllyyy nice. ugh. You don't even know him. Quit being weird. *as if that could