Someone Else's Fairytale (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 19: Someone Else's Habits

Chapter 19: Someone Else's Habits

By the time we left the amusement park, I was exhausted. The girl, who I learned was named Emily, hung out with us all for a while, but after riding a couple of rides, she shuffled off. She had gotten to meet the boys, but she knew that it would be rude to stay the entire day with us. They assured her follow backs on Twitter, but she said that she didn't want that. She refused an autograph too. She only wanted to hang out with them, hug each of them goodbye, and take a picture to “remember the wonderful time we had.”

We did have a couple other run ins with some fans, but they scurried off after leaving with autographed napkins and follow backs on Twitter. Each girl, and one guy, was very nice and respectful, crazy sometimes, but respectful. I knew that this was not how fans acted all the time. We had been lucky enough to only meet some people from town who weren't over the edge, going-to-pounce-on-you fans. Still, I was glad that we didn't have to deal with any insane teenagers.

The boys handled it nicely though. I could tell that they would prefer to just be able to hang out around the amusement park without interruption, but they kept smiles on their faces every time that someone walked up to say hi. I had to admire them for that. If I had the guts and was in their position, I may have punched someone in the face after the first few. But, more realistically, I would shrivel into the fetal position and blubber nonsense. Some people were better suited to be in the spotlight than others. I would never be one of those people.

The next morning I woke up bright and early to get ready to visit my dad. I got dressed in another tank top and short denim shorts since it was going to be stifling again. Before going down to eat some breakfast, I made sure that I packed some cards and other activities to keep us busy. Only when I was sure that my bag was packed did I go downstairs to find something to eat. But, I wasn't the only one awake.

I saw Zayn standing in the backyard with his back to the door. Soft, hazy smoke streamed up towards the sky. It was strange that I hadn't seen Zayn smoking before now. I mean, I knew that he did, and I didn't have a problem with it. I just wondered why I had never seen him smoking before now.

I went ahead and got a cup to pour myself some milk. Then, I put some bread in the toaster and waited. The sliding door creaked a bit as Zayn came back inside, bringing a faint smell of smoke with him.

“Good morning Dakota,” he said kindly.

Smiling over my shoulder at him, I said, “Good morning.”

He went to the cabinet to find himself something to eat, and I kept my eyes on the toaster. A watched pot never boils. That was the saying anyways. Apparently, it also applied to toast.

“I haven't seen you out smoking before,” I mentioned.

“Yeah, I was trying to not smoke so much while I'm here,” Zayn said uneasily, tiptoeing with his words.

“Well, why would you do that?” I asked in confusion, turning to face him as I leaned my back on the kitchen counter.

“I didn't know how you and Kadence would react,” he shrugged, shaking some cereal into a bowl.

“I don't mind you smoking,” I told him plainly, as if he was crazy for even thinking that we would mind.

“Oh, okay,” he mumbled, now getting the milk to put into his cereal bowl.

“Really Zayn, it's your own personal choice. Did you think one of us was going to tell you that we could only be friends with you if you stopped smoking or some shit?” I scoffed.

Zayn chuckled nervously, “Uh, maybe.”

“Well get that shit out of your head because it's not going to happen,” I told him firmly.