What's a Soulmate? {Zayn Malik fanfiction}

Chapter One

I was in the juice aisle deciding between grape and tomato. I enjoyed both the same and as my eyes skimmed the nutritional values they do were the same. The store was small; a convenient store really. It had the necessities with some other odds and ends. Right down the street, a block away, was my loft. I walked here often, normally when I was out of juice or if I'm feeling the urge to be around people. It gets quite lonely living in a loft all by myself. I weighed the options and decided I had enough money in my pocket to get both that way I'm completely satisfied. When my hands reached out to grab both bottles, literal chaos rolled in the door. There were sudden camera snaps and a lot of shouting. My eyes drifted over to the women behind the counter who were not there, but at the door giddy with happiness, greeting boys who I figured I should know but did not. The slightly younger one was snapping pictures and the older one was shoving things in their faces. The unknown boys were smiling politely, posing for pictures and signing was shoved at them. I turned back to the juice when I heard one an aisle or two back start to speak.

"All we wanted to do was go to the store and it takes five security guards to keep the fans in check." I believe he had an Irish accent.

Another replied with a higher British accent, "It's quite annoying but quite spectacular. I mean all those fans there for us!"

"But how'd they even know we'd be here?" The Irish one replied.

"They just know everything it seems." A heavier, lower accent sighed.

I didn't know anything apparently. Who were these boys? How were they apparently so big and seemed so small to me? Another accent appeared in the conversation.

"I guess I'll go grab the juice. The same kind as always right?"

They all seemed to reply. "Grape man, how many times must we tell you?"

The one who was coming to get the juice laughed before replying, "I know, of course. I was just making sure."

Then I heard footsteps. I was unsure of what to do. Should I grab the juice and leave or should I stay and wait for the stranger to show his face? My mind had no time to decide because I could hear the footsteps stop and the cologne filled my nose. He must have only been a few feet away, or the cologne was extremely heavy. I didn't mind however, because it smelled beautiful and when I looked up and tucked my hair behind my ear to see him, he was beautiful as well. What I was witnessing was extraordinary almost. I wasn't aware beauty could be so strong. He was a bit taller than me, with tanned skin and a forearm filled with tattoos. His hair was messy, like he just rolled out of bed, but adorable. The brown eyes he had seemed to sparkle as he looked at me.

"Um, hi." I stuttered out.

He smiled then said, "Hello."

My feet took a step back. "Am I in your way? I overheard you needed grape juice."

"Yeah, but I can wait until you leave."

I handed him the juice anyway. "How kind," He smiled. "But take the juice. I'm in a bit of a controversy with myself suddenly, even though I was sure of my decision before."

"A controversy?" He says, mesmerized. "May I ask of what sort?"

"I can't decide between grape and tomato. Well, I did decide, but then apparently my mind changed its mind. I know it's probably silly but they're both my favorite."

He laughed and it seemed like he was directing it at me, but I think it was at the easy decision because then he shrugged and said, "The answer is simple to me."

I watched him take a step forward and point to the tomato juice. "Get tomato. I love tomato juice, but the other boys like grape the best as you probably figured, so I'm always outnumbered."