One Time [Zayn Malik]

Prologue

Prologue

I knew who One Direction was.

Every girl did.

But I wasn't obsessed with them. It was my best friend that was.

And unlike her, I didn't want to go to some stupid concert.

I would much rather stay at home, and maybe read a romance that could actually happen, unlike her stupid fantasy that she would someday meet One Direction, and they would all fall in love with her.

That was never going to happen.

And I realized that.

But apparently she didn't.

She did everything she could to get those tickets, thinking that getting me to a concert was gonna get me to like them.

We were eighteen. Eighteen, and she was still obsessing about boy bands.

I had better things to do. Like work, and pay for my small apartment.

But she didn't care.

She still made me go to the stupid concert.

Even though I said no many times, she still found a way to blackmail me into it.

What a great friend.