Seperate Directions (One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

   "What are you doing!"  I exclaimed between hits.  I didn't care how pretty this girl was, she was screwed up.  Who hits a person with their purse? Especially if they aren't an old lady!  "Ow!"

    "Get out of the cab." she stated calmly.  How can she be calm?  I wasn't getting a great first impression of this girl.  She raised her purse once again before speaking, "Get.  Out."

   "No!"  Another hit.  "Could you please stop?"  I asked as nicely as possible, trying hard not to get angry. "Where is your stop anyway?"

   "Why do you care?" she snapped, her brown ponytail bouncing behind her head.

    "Well," I raised my arms in surrender, "If our stops are close to each other, we could stay in the same cab."

    Her expression softened as she processed the idea.  "I suppose, I could handle another five minutes with you."  She stuck out a hand. I cringed as I prepared for her to hit me.  "I'm Olivia Browning."

    Loosening up, I took her hand and shook it.  "Zayn Malik."

    "You're from One Direction!"

    "Yeah."

     "I wondered why you looked so familiar!  My sister is a huge fan of you."

      There's another one?

      "Yes.  There is," Olivia answered, rather humorous.  I mentally hit myself for saying that out loud.  "She's a year younger than me, eighteen, and loves boy bands. UnionJ is her new favorite.  I don't keep up with her anymore."

     "Is she as feisty as you?"

     "Feisty?  I  wouldn't say I'm that.  I think stubborn is a better word.  And no, she isn't."

    "Where is your stop?"  I asked, driving the conversation away from her family life.

    "Thorpe Park.  Same as you,"  Olivia pulled out her phone, sorting through a few texts.  "I'm actually meeting my sister there."

    "You know," I began, "If you and your sister ever want tickets to a One Direction Concert," I pulled her phone from her hands and began typing in words and letters, "Here's my number."

   Olivia kept a straight face as she removed the phone from my hands.  She opened her mouth as if to say more, but the driver cleared his throat, cutting her off.

    "I assume this is where we say goodbye," she smiled, "It was nice meeting you, Mr.Malik."

    "You as well, Miss. Browning," I stated, grabbing the handle of the taxi.  Olivia opened the door, stepping out. 

     I handed the driver the money before exiting as well.  I looked over the cab to try to find Olivia again, but she disappeared into the sea of people.

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Bree Adamson P.O.V

   "Does Louis know about this?'' Harry asked, looking downwards towards the ground.

    "He should," I stated. "At least Autumn says he does."  I looked up at my phone, sorting through my messages from Autumn.

    "When did all this even happen?"  Harry asked, "They haven't even spent any later than 11 o'clock at each others flats!"

   "Correction," I began, "The after party at the Olympics.  They left together and-"