Midnight (A Zayn Malik Fan-Fic)

Prologue

Hello Lovelies! I’m Sarah and it’s so great to meet you! I am really glad you’re reading my story, and if you need someone to talk to I’m here! I live to chat with people! Enjoy the story you lovely group of people!

-Sarah

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I scrunched up my nose in concentration, trying to decipher the map in my hands. The street names were written so small I could hardly tell, first from seventh. I pushed my face closer, examining the complex streets, my hands shaking so bad that the flimsy paper flopped. I could feel my nose slowly turning to ice, and my fingers weren’t doing much better. I should never have left the airport. I thought, grabbing my suitcases and continuing up the dark lonely sidewalk.

            I should’ve listened when my parents told me not to go.

            I should’ve just gone to college in California.

            I should’ve bought a better map.

            I should’ve brought some warm clothes with me.

            I should’ve called a taxi.

            I should’ve asked for directions.

            The never ending list of things I should have done bombarded my thoughts.

So moving to London wasn’t exactly the best idea I’ve ever had. Okay it’s in the top ten worst ideas ever. I mean I get lost everywhere! Why didn’t I think this through?

I closed my eyes, remembering the moment I’d gotten my acceptance letter.

13 Hours Ago, 7:00 A.M.

‘Sydney! Sydney! Get down stairs now. The mail just got here!’ My mother squealed from downstairs, causing me to groan. I opened my sleep deprived eyes and scratched my head.

Way too early to get up after a graduation party.

‘Sydney, did you hear me?’

‘Yes! I’m coming,’ I moaned. My feet slipped onto the cold hardwood floor, and I lazily pushed back the warm covers. Each step I took downstairs made me want to go back to my comfy bed.

Who gets up so early?

‘Mom? Did you get the mail yet, or do I have to go get it?” I sighed groggily, stumbling into the kitchen. I wiped my eyes and looked up to see my mom in my face with a camcorder. ‘What are you doing?’

‘I want to get this on tape for your father! He’ll just love to see your expression when you get your acceptance letter to Stanford.’ 

‘Fine. But get it out of my face.’ I groaned, walking towards the front door clad in my plaid pajama pants, and a black tank top. I opened the door with a sigh and shuffled over to the mailbox. ‘Look I’m opening the mailbox! What could possibly be in here?’ I mumbled sarcastically.

‘Sydney, smile for the camera.’ My mom snapped. I frowned a bit before plastering a huge fake grin on my face. My hands opened the mailbox and grabbed the huge pile before I even had a chance to register it. ‘Look through it!’

‘I’m going! I’m going!’

‘Well hurry up.’

‘I’m hurrying! This is me hurrying!’ I grumbled, looking through the huge stack of mail. Five packets caught my attention.