Chapter 2
Isabel's p.o.v
"What just happened?" I ask Ella. She and Zayn malik, yes the Zayn malik had a moment. It was mind blowing. "I think I just imprinted." She whispers to me ,her purple eyes shining through the brown lenses. "You imprinted with Zayn malik. Ohmehgod." I say staring at her in shock. "Oh! That's his name." She says. "Clueless." I mumble looking back at the stage. It's time for Harry's solo in the song rock me. He looks directly at me and I freeze.
Everything but him becomes blurry. I feel this pang in my heart like it longs for him. My pupils dilate as we stare immensely in eachothers eyes. I feel my bracelet start to burn my wrist. I look away and stare at my red wrist. "You did not." Ella says looking at me in disbelief. "I think I did!" I say jumping up and down. "I imprinted on Harry Freaking Styles!!" I say clapping my hands and jumping up and down. "Wow." She says shaking her head in disbelief. "Did you also get that burning sensation?" Ella asks me. I nod. We look at our wrists and gasp. There's a tattoo of wings on our wrists. Mines is baby blue and hers is light purple
Ella's pov
"I remember my mom telling me something about when you imprint you get a special tattoo!" Iz exclaims. "This is so cool." I say touching it. "Thank you good bye everybody!" Says the one called Harry. Then they go backstage. "Shit we missed most of te concert." Iz whines. "Too bad!" I say faking a pouty face. "We have an issue" Iz points out. "What?" I ask her. "How are we gonna get Harry and Zayn? They are celebrities. And we'll never see them again. We imprinted on them. We have to be with them" Iz says looking sad. "That's true. Very true. How can we get them?" I ask her. "I have no idea." She says walking towards the exit. We exit the place and head to the boardwalk where there always a festival there. We live by the ocean.
Isabel's pov
"I'm gonna get some ice cream ya?" I ask her. She nods and I go to the ice cream stand. On the way there I fiddle with my bracelet and then 'thud!' I bump into someone and my weak body falls to the ground. "I'm so sorry!" Says a British accent. I look up and see the most amazing pair of green eyes ever. It's Harry
"No it was my fault I-I-I wasn't looking." I stammer. I get up and brush myself off. "Hey, you were that girl who was at our concert." Harry points out. "There were alot of girls at your concert." I point out. "Well you caught my eye. I almost missed my solo because of you." Harry says crossing his arms. "I almost scraped my arm because of you." I fight back. "You're the one who said it was your fault." Harry says with a sexy smirk. "Touché." I say pursing my lips. "Wanna go out?" Harry asks. "I barely know you." I say playing it cool. On the inside I'm fan girling.
"Yeah that's what dates are for. To get to know eachother." Harry points out. I grin. "Okay deal." I say. "So how about now?" He asks. "I'm here with my friend. I can't ditch her." I point out. "Please?" Harry say pouting. "Fine." I say grinning. "I'll go tell her." I say.
Ella's pov
Where is she with those ice creams? I'm hungry. I pull out my makeup mirror and look at myself. "Shit." I mumble. My contact on my left eye is crooked. I adjust it and go to find Iz. As I'm walking I run into someone. "Watch where you're going." The person hisses. "Um you walked into me." I point out. The person just scoffs and walks off. "Idiot." I mumble. "What did you just call me?!" The person asks. I turn around to face them. "I called you and idiot," I say. I look up and met with the most amazing brown eyes ever. It's Zayn.
"Watch your mouth." He says glaring at me. "And if I dont?" I shoot back. Apparently my brain isn't doing anything. My mouth has a mind of its own. "Just watch it. Do you know who I am?" Zayn asks angrily. "No." I say crossing. "Should I?" I ask. "You were at my concert." He points out. "Oh yeah! You were that gay guy singing." I say.
Shut up Ella!!!!!!!!
"Watch it." He hissed. And with that he left. "Self centered narcissistic moron." I call after him. He stops in his tracks and slowly turns around.
Oh shit.
