A/N I received over 60 reads! Thank you guys for reading this story, and hopefully you'll continue to show your support throughout the story. So as a reward Zayn's Pov is here! Also beware of POV. Changes.
Chapter Three
Zayn's POV. (Surprise!)
"And let me kiss you" I sung the last line. "And that's a wrap" our songwriter said. Then, I removed my headphones and I exited the recording room. I went towards the right corner of the room near the door and I checked the time it was already 10:00 pm. I decided to leave so I hugged each of the boys, said goodbye, and left. As I exited the building, I looked around and noticed that there was only a handful of fans left waiting due to the time and weather. So, I walked over to them and I signed all of their papers/posters, thanked them for staying out this long, and I entered my car. As I passed the front of the building the flashes of the cameras started to become unbearable. Sometimes I wish that I wasn't even famous, if it weren't for the fans I probably already would've quit. I can't go anywhere without an article be written that's judging my choices and me. Whenever I'm caught smoking I should be prepared to read "Bradford Bad Boy is Back" or "Boy band singer Zayn Malik started smoking, is it because of his ex....". Honestly, they don't understand that they're the reason that I started smoking.
Raman's POV.
I tip toed downstairs, praying that nobody else is awake. As I reached downstairs I peeked into the kitchen and I saw my mom cooking. God, the one time I ask for help you decide to ignore my pleas. Ah, who am I kidding I'm always asking you for help because I'm always in trouble, and you always save me. So please God, if I've ever been kind, nice, or even a decent human being please PLEASE distract mom while I sneak outside and get the mail. I slowly opened the front door, walked outside, and I shut the front door. Shocked I quickly ran to the mailbox and I looked through the mail, "Bills, bills, yay finally mail form Priya, but where is the college and internship mail. Ah here it is" I muttered to myself as I found both of my letters. I quickly tore my college application first,
Congratulations Raman Kaur, you have been accepted into Oxford University.
After that I stop reading, Oxford, Oxford University. Finally at least somebody's dream is fulfilled so far. Then, I gently placed my acceptance letter back in it envelope, and I looked over to the other letter. I waited one good minute before I decided that this letter holds my fate, literally I'm holding my fate in my hands. I remembered that it's all destiny , my life story is already written I just have to live it. With that thought in mind I opened the letter. I skimmed through the letter twice to make sure that whatever I was reading is true. Ben Winston picked me, I'm going to live my dream. Then, I had a quick celebration dance, repeating the words "I got accepted. I got accepted". Afterwards, I noticed the curious eyes of strangers walking by giving me weird glance, wondering why a weirdo was dancing and saying "I got accepted", at 7:00 am. So, I stopped and continued reading the letter thoroughly. Apparently, they already paid for my ticket as well. So, I looked into the envelope and found a first class ticket! I started dancing again, trying to ignore the weird stares. But, literally it felt like they were burning into my head so I stopped, just in time to hear my mom say. "Raman, why are you dancing this early in the morning. Come inside." Uh-oh I thought, how will I hide my internship letter now.
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