The girl from the dumpster
I watched as Zayn took some change from a shelf. I hid behind the door frame peering ever so suddenly. He closed the secret drawer, after hearing a *click* he stood up and smiled at my presence.
"Hey Charlie," he said. I smiled
"You really need to stop pretending you're poor. We both know you're famous..." I said seriously, then ended up smirking. Zayn smirked back taking his worn-out back pack.
"I just wanna experience being normal..." He explained. He walked past me and i followed subconsciously.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked running down the stairs desperate to catch up with him "a lot of people would die for your position..."
"Great, truth is i'm not one of 'em" he said stopping to look at me, his mesmerizing brown eyes stating into my dull ones. "It's sometimes annoying, to be spoiled" he said truthfully going down the stairs into the busy streets of Bradford.
His eyes soon became stuck at someone's glance.
It was Perrie, i grew up with her once but a rich merchant came and claimed her. Look what's become of me.
I'm Charlie, i'm a girl, i'm 18. And i live in the streets. Zayn Malik is my best friend. Though, i don't know what he thinks me of....
I hid behind the pillars and watched them exchange lingering glances. Zayn smiled wider following her. She walked farther away from him as if on a chase. I watched Zayn follow her with a twinkle in his eyes, it was love at first sight.
At that time i want the ground to swallow me and prevent me from getting hurt further, but my feet were frozen and so was my heart. I couldn't hear it beat, the reason for it to beat was gone.
Soon, the royal guards came and Perrie and her guardian made an exit. I hid myself as the general came and took the 'maggots of the street'. I crouched near the canal to hide myself making myself appear as small as possible. Soon, the ruckus was done and the carriage was full of poor people living on the streets.
I dread the day i go there...
I peaked at the pillars and saw Zayn still in a daze from what happened between him and Perrie.
"Perrie," i mumble as i walk closer to him.
"Huh?" He asks dreamily.
"Her name is Perrie." I said.
"Perrie," he whispered as if tasting the words on his tongue "I like it"
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Inspired from les miserables, i have this weird obsession for Eponine and Marrius since i can relate to Eponine. :)
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