One Direction Member: Zayn
by: Mariah
Carly sat in the coffee shop on a warm Tuesday morning in California. She was expecting a normal day, but that is hardly what she got. Sipping her latte, she read the newspaper. When she finished she got up from the stool where she was sitting and left.
She was walking along the sidewalk when a man grabbed her and tried taking her purse. "HELP!", she cried. All of a sudden, a dark haired man came from out of nowhere. He ripped her purse from the mugger's hands and swung at him. Carly sat terrified on the ground where the mugger had pushed her.
The man who had come to her rescue shoved the mugger and watched him run. He turned to look at where Carly was sitting and knelt by her and said, "Hi. I'm Zayn."
*Carly's Point Of View*
I looked up at Zayn, stunned. "C-Carly" I stuttered. Zayn smirked. "So whats a pretty girl like you doing in a town like this?" Wow. He got right to the point. "I live here.." "Oh, really? I haven't seen you around." Zayn said, looking confused. "Yeah, I just recently moved here." "Well that would explain it" I smiled. "So how about we get you home?" "I'll be okay." "I insist. Let me walk you home. Please." "Well... Okay.."
*Zayn's Point Of View*
She is so pretty.... That's what I was thinking the entire way to her house. I liked her already. "Right here." "Here???" "Yep." "Hahahaha... We live in the same apartment building." "You're kidding..." "Nope" I knew I was smirking- and that it was sheer luck. "What number are you??" "Seven." "Oh my goodness.." "What?" "I'm eight." "We're right across from each other. Well now you know someone who lives here!" "Yeah."
*Carly's Point Of View*
Oh my gosh. Same apartment. Same hall. You're kidding right?? Well, now I won't have to be completely alone. "This is mine." "Do you want to come in my apartment for a bit?" "I really should unpack." "Oh come on. It'll only be for a bit." "Well... Okay... I'll be right over, I'm just gona put my purse and such in my apartment." "Okay" Why does he smile like that?? WHY IS HE SO HOT?? Zayn... I liked him already. I ran to my room and to make sure I looked okay. Nope. I better change. I put on new undergarments, just because. I put a black camisole on and some new jeans that were just the right kind of tight. Perfect. I rebrushed my brown hair and put makeup around my green eyes. Good enough.
I walked over to his apartment cooly. Deep breath, i thought. I knocked, praying silently that I didn't make a fool of myself somehow. He opened the door, looking hot. How does he fucking do that??? Everything he does is hot. "Hey." "Hi." "Come in." "Okay." I walked in and looked around. It was the most chic place I had seen. I was not expecting this. I was expecting bottles on the floor and dirty clothes thrown everywhere. But his place was fantastic. I didn't realize I was gaping until he came up behind me and said "You like it?" I could feel his breath on my neck, so gentle and sweet. It sent chills up my spine. "Yeah" "Well you can hang out here as long and anytime you want." God he was so fucking hot. "Okay"
*A COUPLE OF MONTHS LATER*
"You're really pretty." He was behind me. "Thanks" I was trying to act cool, but the things I wanted to do... "Your hair is really pretty." He grabbed a handful of my hair and played with it. He moved it to one side, off of my back. "Thanks." He drew shapes on my back. "I really like you" I didn't know what to say to that, so I tried to hold still. I tilted my head to the side. He put his arms around my waist from behind. This was getting a little farther than I thought it would... He kissed my neck. "Zayn..." "Shh..." Oh my... He was so hot... He put his hand on my thigh and went up from there. He reached the hem of my shirt and went just inside it. "Is this okay with you?" I could barely manage a nod. He slipped his hand farther. "What about this?" I nodded again. "Good."
