Freak

Let's just take a peak into Zayn's head, shall we?

Helleeeeer me darlings! I'm updating! (No shit)

Anyway, I felt like doing something from Zayn's POV, just for the halibut.

Halibut, helluvit. I like to think I'm funny.

So, I am now rested, unlike yesterday! I only stayed up 'till five this morning! WHOOOOO!!!!

God, I have no life. . . . .except for work tomorrow, WHICH I DON'T WANT TO DO. Fucking minimum wage. . . . .

I'm getting off topic. Mango?

I'll shut up now.

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Ah, wind. I love it, and yet. . . .I really hate it too. It messes up my hair. But, you know, hair is only superficial; it changes, grows, and takes fucking forever to fix.

I like my hair.

These were the thoughts idly running circles around my head as I coasted at 3,000 feet. That was about how high I had to be to be mistaken for a weird bird, and I had to fly pretty damn fast straight up to get there.

It was totally worth it.

From here, I could see the entire city. I zeroed in my vision on our apartment, chuckling to myself as I saw the figures of Louis and Niall burst from the entrance, arms flailing, having an obvious catfight over who knows what. I couldn't hear from this high, but I could imagine the colorful language and manly shrieks from prior experience.

Manly shrieks. Ha. Oxymoron, right there.

I caught an updraft and soared higher, my thoughts drifting towards a different topic. Harry. The kid was obviously a hybrid, probably feline. I had suspected it for a while, due to his weird behavior, but when his eyes flipped today I had gotten my confirmation. I think he recognized me as well. The feather must have come loose somehow and caught in my hair, and it WAS kind of a giveaway. No bird had a feather that size - at least, not in the UK.

Narnia, maybe.

I glanced back at my wings, the coffee brown feathers ruffling in the wind. I was so lucky. To all you peole who have never felt the glory of flying, I pity you.

I love being a hybrid.

Somehow, I get the feeling that Harry doesn't. Call it a hunch. Or intuition. But the fact that he tries to hide it so hard is kind of a giveaway.

It's not like he did that good of a job hiding, either. I knew, and I'm pretty sure Lou and Liam suspected. Niall. . . . .I have no idea about Niall.

Shaking my head, I executed a brilliant flip and spiraled back towards the cityscape. As I plummeted, I whooped, my voice torn away. Ah, my hair was going to look like shit. . . .

I hit the ground hard in my usual back alley, raising dust into the air with a FWOOM. When the air cleared, I found myself looking at a figure in front of me.

A girl.

Short flippy hair, the color of caramel.

Tall, curvy body dressed in casual shorts and a tee-shirt.

Eyes wide and mouth open as she looked not at me, but behind. . . .shit. My wings were still out. With a curse, I retracted them and threw on my jacket. "Erhm. . . .YOU DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING," I intoned, doing damage control.

The girl shut her mouth with a snap and raised an eyebrow. "Nice try, flyboy. How stupid do you think I am?"

Well, poo. "Erhm. . . . ."

"No worries. I'm not going to tattle. But I'm going to need some compensation for my silence." She held out her hand and snapped her fingers.

I looked at her. Was she nuts? "I'm broke."

"I don't want money."

Ooookay. She must have seen the expression on my face and got the message, because she laughed and shook her head. "No, I'm not asking for sex. You're a bit too. . . .male. . . for my tastes anyway!" She laughed again.

Now I was really confused. "Then what DO you want?"

She sighed, and her face drooped. Not really, that's just the best word I could think of. She looked at me, almost. . . .embarrassed? "I kinda need a place to. . . .stay." She winced and dropped her eyes.

"I am a total stranger, and you want to live with me."

"Yeah. And you owe me. I"m not going to say anything about YOUR little thing-" she smirked and gestured behind me, "And you give me a place to sleep. Capiche?"

This was definitely a weird one. "Uhhh. . . .sure. But I live with my four friends, all male. Do you have a problem with that?" I asked, a bit nonplussed.

She gave me a pitying look. "You really think I would care?"

Okay then. "I guess not. . ."

"Then lead the way, flyboy."

As we walked away, me a bit confused as to what had just happened and the girl looking smug, I remembered that I still didn't know her name. I was about to ask, when she turned and stuck out her hand. "The name's Bean."

I looked at her, then slowly shook her hand. "Zayn."

Did her parents really name the kid Bean?

"No, they did not." She grinned.

Well that totally clears things up.

Clears.

Cleaning.

Tidy.

Liam.

SHIT.

Liam's gonna kill me. . . . . . . .

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Well, that was quite an accomplishment right there. Extremely short, but fun. Honestly, I

don't know where any of that came from.

Why did I name her Bean? Well, it's a very long story. . . . .

No idea. It's my Bassett Hound's name, so I guess that has something to do with it.

Hmmm. . . . .AWKWARD SINGLE TURTLES.

Everybody guessed the Zayn thing.

BTW, shoutout to all the people who got it right, but as promised, I dedicated this chapter to KayleeFowler1.

I read all your stories love, keep going!

Also, vocalnutella and I are co-authoring a story (finally)! Go check it out on my page, it's called "Only the Good Find Love".

Ha, I keep typing "Find Love"  as "Die Young". . . . . . argh.

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