Forever z.m

Stranger

LIBBY POV 

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"Libs?"

I don't know this guy, he saved me. But he also knows my name.

"W-How do you know my name?" I ask him.

"Wait, you don't." He studders.

"You guys know each other?" I turn my attention to the boy with the curly hair.

"No." "Yes." We both say at the same time. Curly rolls his eyes. He's obviously a little bit drunk. "You don't remember me?" I look at the guy with black hair. "Ummmm should I?" He lets go of me and takes a step back. "Yes." He mumbles. I look him in the eye. "Wait..." His eyes light up and he smiles. I have seen him before. "You're....you're." He nods his head asking me to continue. "You're in that boy band." I smile. I knew i knew him from somewhere.

His eyes loose light and he looks down. "Yea. I am." He smiles but i know its fake. I frown. Am i suppose to know him? "How do you know me?" "You really don't remember do you?" He whispers. "Huh?" I say. "Nothing." He shakes his head.

I get a really creepy feeling. How does he know my name. "You still didn't answer my question." I say. You never know in New York. You think you know someone but in reality you don't. "I-We use to hang out all the time." He sighs and looks at the ground. "Really?" "Yep." He pops the p at the end. "Well i can hear you have a British accent. If we hung out all the time.....that doesn't make sense. I lived in New York all my life with my dad." I shake my head.

His eyes pop open. "NO!" He screams a little too loud. "Well excuse me. I think i know my own past." I replied back. I look behind him and see that curly walked away. "Libs, Libby, i know you. I just think, no, that cant happen can it?" He has a fight with himself about something that i don't know about. "Listen, i need to get back to my friend, he is probably worried about me. Thanks for saving me." I reach out my hand for him to shake. He refuses. I move my hand back to my side and walk off. He snorts.

"You mean your boyfriend?" He calls out.

I turn around, laughing. "What are you laughing at?" He sounds angry. "F.y.i, Spencer is gay! He is like my best friend." His eyes pop. "Check your facts next time, Stalker!" I wave and walk off. "Wait!" He calls.

I turn around. "At least let me take you to Simon." "Spencer." I interrupt. "Yea, yea, Simon Spencer same thing. But let me at least take you to him, so i know your safe." I roll my eyes. I can defend for my self. Ever since i was 14 my dad put me in self defense classes.

"Fine." I answer.

He walks up next to me. He puts his hand on the small of my back. It hurts but i don't say anything. I learned not to complain ever since the accident. Or at least what i remember from it.

"LIBBY! LIBBY! WHERE ARE YOU!" I hear Spencer scream.

My brown eyes meet his blue and i see his face relax. He runs to me and engulfs me in a big hug. "OH MY GOSH. Libby, i knew this was a bad idea." He shakes his head. He looks up and catches the stranger's eye. "In the mean time i didn't think i would meet 1/5s of my favourite band! Hey. My name is Spencer. But you can call me Spenc." I laugh and shake my head.

I look up at the boy with black hair. He looks uncomfortable.

He bends down and whispers in my ear.

"I think your the wrong person. I was probably thinking of someone else, i don't know you." He pulls his head away. He looks at Spencer. "Hello, my name is Zayn, Zayn Malik."

Spencer takes his hand and shakes it.

Zayn. Now i know his name.

He kisses my cheek and walks away.