Chapter Sixteen:
Zayn’s POV:
I’ve already been driving for a three and a half hours as fast as I could, so I should be coming up on the mall any second. I hadn’t been to this part of London in years. Looking around me, I was trying to remember where exactly the mall was located when I saw a huge sign that read “London’s Rosebury Mall”. Well, that solved that problem, now I just need a parking spot, I sigh to myself.
I pull into a parking spot and get out of the car as I grab my phone, wallet and rather large hat that is supposed to disguise my face from overzealous fans.
I open my messages and text Paige.
Me: Paige, I’m at the mall. Where are you?
My phone lit up instantly as Paige replied.
Paige: Meet me at the left side entrance.
I’m glad she didn’t say the main entrance, my hat may be doing a good job of keeping me hidden but it still wasn’t a good idea to try and push my luck by going out into big crowds without any security.
Me: Okay, I’m almost there now. I guess I’ll stop texting you since I’m like thirty seconds away..
I put up my phone after receiving her “kk” response and quickly made my way over toward the left side entrance.
I open the door and look around and see no one that even resembles Paige, I was about to get my phone out again and call Paige when a small, frail looking girl tapped me on the shoulder and hesitantly called my name, “Zayn?”
I looked down at her and tried to see who she was; she looked vaguely familiar but before my mind could question it I shook off the feeling and determined that she must be a fan and maybe if I took a few pictures with her she might agree to not cause a scene.
“Hay cutie, you want to take a couple pictures with me?” I ask her, poking her cheeks because she looked all of maybe twelve years old and she was awfully skinny.
She looked taken aback before confusion skittered across her face. “Uhm..Zayn..why would I want to take pictures? I thought you wanted to talk?”
What is this girl talking about? The only girl I wanted to talk to was Paige and there was no way this soft-spoken little girl was.
“Sweetie, I’m not for sure what you want from me, but I’d be glad to sign a few autographs for you, but then I have to meet someone.” I bent down to where we were on the same eye level.
She started to chuckle as she asked, “Zayn, do you even know who I am?”
Is she serious? How would I know her? I’ve met a lot of fans and don’t get me wrong they’re all important to me, but she can’t seriously expect me to remember her.
