I sat on a sofa in a deserted Starbucks drinking my coffee and staring out the window, the only solace I could find in this strange, unfamiliar city. I was lost in thought when a shadowy figure sat on the sofa across from me and set his drink down on the coffee table.
“Rough day?” the stranger’s melodic voice rang out.
I mustered up all of the energy I could to turn my head towards him and respond. “You could say that” I mused and offered the stranger a half hearted smile. Well he wasn’t a stranger per se, I knew exactly who he was, he was Zayn Malik form One Direction. Any other day and I probably would have fangirled and asked for a picture, but today I couldn’t care less.
“You’re not from London are you? New York by the sound of your accent.” He continued on.
I laughed, although I didn’t actually laugh because I just didn’t have the energy, my laugh was more of a puff of air leaving my nose and a half smile.
“Yeah.” I confirmed
“Are you in London by yourself?”
“No. I came to live with my dad.”
“And he let you out in the streets of London by yourself on your first day here?” he inquired skeptically.
“Not exactly, my step-mom and sister were showing me around London.”
“Did they forget you or something? Like a wallet?”
“No. I may or may not have ditched them the first chance I got.”
“Why?”
The question stopped my train of thought. What was I supposed to say? Oh I didn’t know that they even existed until I met them this morning and I’m pretty sure they didn’t know about me until last night and I’m pretty sure the only reason they’re spending time with me is because they have me under 24 hour suicide watch. Yeah that wasn’t exactly something I wanted to divulge. So I settled with the closest second.
“I guess I just didn’t appreciate their enthusiasm at what my body felt was 7 in the morning.”
“Ahh. I get it. Jet lag’s a bitch.”
This time I actually let out a chuckle. “Yeah.” I agreed.
“When did you get in?”
“7 this morning.”
“And they drug you out of the house at noon?”
“9 actually.”
“They only gave you two hours of sleep?”
“Yupp.”
“Brutal.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I have an idea!” he exclaimed.
“What’s your idea.” I mocked, sitting up straight and paying closer attention than before.
“Well you need someone to show you around London, but you also need some much needed rest. So why don’t you come to the studio with me, and you can sleep while I record, and then my mates and I can show you around London.”
“You’re inviting me to spend the day with you? You don’t even know me; I’m a stranger to you! And I don’t know you, for all I know you could be an axe murderer luring me in for your next kill.”
“Well, I promise I’m not an axe murderer, and if you tell me your name then you won’t be a stranger.”
“Elena.”
“Nice to meet you Elena, I’m Zayn.”
“I’m aware.”
He raised his eyebrow questioningly and a smirk pulled at his lips. “I thought you didn’t know me?”
“I don’t. I know who you are but I don’t know you. You could still be an axe murderer for all I know.”
“Like I said before, I’m not an axe murderer.”
“I’m sure that’s what all the axe murderers say.” I replied cheekily as we walked out of the coffee shop and he hailed a taxi. I could tell my day was turning around.
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AN: sorry I’m so sucky at first chapters they’re always way too short but I just felt like that was a good place to end it and really wanted to get it to you guys because I’m really excited about writing it. I promise that future chapters will be longer and better! Please let me know what you think! As always feedback is always welcome
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Saving Grace
Fanfiction19 year old Elena Anderson's life was turned upside down when she was ripped from her home in New York city to live with her Dad in London, England after a suicide attempt. She's better for the most part but her snobby 14 year old sister tests her...
