The Secret Lives of One Direction (A Paranormal Fanfic)

The Girl

Chapter Ten

Zayn's P.O.V.

Liam shrugged when Harry finished his story. "That's all you need to know, I think."

"So, you guys still hate each other?" Niall asked, looking bewildered.

Harry nodded and Liam answered, "Yeh, can't stand him."

"You guys seem so pally," observed Louis. At that, Harry's fist clenched again - tight.

Unlike Harry, Liam chuckled heartily as he joked, "So we're not THAT bad actors, are we?"

We all laughed, but Harry simply smiled and attempted a small giggle. I could see this revelation was going to get on my nerves.

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That night we had our first concert at the LG Arena in Birmingham. We were bubbling with excitement and nerves as we prepared back stage.

The boys and I were all together, doing warm-up exercises, making sure we knew the words - the usual things a band would do before performing. Someone came over to us and told us we were on next.

At the end of the current song, Harry brought us all together. "Ready, guys?"

He turned to each of us and asked us if we were ready. Then we put our hands in the middle of our circle and cried out in unison, "Let's do this!"

We stood off stage as the announcer called out excitedly, "Rebecca Ferguson, everybody! Now, put your hands together for One Direction singing Forever Young!"

There was a chorus of cheers as we charged out on stage, toppling over one another. I was so amazed by the vastness of the crowd and the loudness of their applause that I almost didn't notice when Liam began to sing.

About halfway through the song, I noticed a flawless girl stood in the crowd. She wasn't cheering or screaming or drooling over us, but she was smiling in a very seductive and sexy way. She waved at me and I was momentarily taken aback. I smiled and waved back nervously before trying to mask my uncertainty and getting back into the swing of things.

At the end of the song, I grabbed Niall by the arm and pointed out the girl I had seen in the crowd. He nodded and shrugged, as if to say 'yeh, she's pretty'. I frowned at him and, just as we were about to go off stage, beckoned to the girl and mouthed to her, 'Meet me back stage'.

She looked around herself and then pointed to her chest. I nodded, smiled and then ran off with the boys as our following act was announced.

"Nice one, guys!" Louis shouted above the noise of our fans.

"Great job!" added Liam.

We all drew into a hug and beamed at each other. Harry pointed into the crowd.

"Should we take our seats?" he suggested. "I think Wagner would be disappointed if we didn't watch his act."

"Yeh, I think so," Niall agreed. Liam and Louis nodded.

"You guys go," I said. "I have to... go to the bathroom."

None of the guys saw through my lie, thankfully. They left to go to our seats with two security escorts as I secretly made my way to the backstage door where the girl was waiting for me. I gripped her hand and lead her to our dressing room.

Once the door was shut and I was relatively certain we wouldn't be disturbed, I studied the girl properly. She had short, slightly messy dirty blonde hair and soft blue eyes. Her cream-coloured skin looked smoothe and was covered in a light layer of complimenting foundation. Her lips were filled out with lush red lipstick and her eyes were made up with smokey black eye-shadow, made more effective by eye-liner on the edges of her eyelids. She wore black jeans and knee-length boots and a sparkly, sleeveless, purple top that was held up by wrapping around her neck. She wore no jewelry.

"Hi," I said, unable to think of anything else.

"Zayn Malik," she breathed, smiling at me with... relief. Relief?

"Uhh, yeh," I muttered, distracted by her expression. "That's me. What's your name?" I stepped forward and worked my arms around her waist, holding her close.

"Lena," she answered, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her eyes scanned mine, and I returned her look.

We slowly leaned forward and kissed each other on the lips, so passionately that we didn't notice Harry come in until he spoke.

"Zayn, are you--" he began before he noticed Lena and I. At his voice we jumped apart. I recomposed myself.

"Hey, Harry," I blurted, flustered. "What's up? How's the concert?"

Harry answered me but watched Lena curiously. "It's good..." He turned to me, his face giving nothing away. "We need you out there, everyone's wondering where you are."

I nodded furiously. "OK, OK. We'll be out in just a sec."

Harry pointed to Lena and said rudely, "She can't come with you. We've got no seats for her."

"Thank you, Harry," I hissed through clenched teeth. "We - I, will be out in a minute."

Harry shot me a glare before he left. I turned to Lena and shrugged, smiling apologetically.

"Sorry about him," I said, gesturing towards the closed door. "Anyway, as you can see, I have to go. Could I... get your number?"

Lena smiled. "Of course." She pulled out her mobile and handed it to me.I copied it down into my phone and handed hers back.

"I'll call you." I winked and flashed her my best sexy smile before being escorted by a security guard to my seat.

A/N What do you guys think of Lena? I like her, personally - but I would, I created her ;)

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