My heart pounded in my chest. My friends all teased me about my love for One Direction, but I couldn't help it. Who cares if I was 20 AND a mother? It's not like I would ever meet them. Or so I thought.
I blinked and he smiled at me. I blushed and I still couldn't speak.
"Take a picture, it lasts longer!" Emma said, laughing hysterically.
Zayn laughed and I glared at Emma. My face was redder than ever and I tried to calm myself as Emma helped Zayn. He looked over at me and then back down. He grabbed a napkin and a sharpie from next to Emma's register. I saw him scribble something and he handed the napkin to me.
He winked and I looked at the napkin, laying my eyes on his autograph. He turned to walk over to sit down.
"Wait!" I said loudly.
He looked at me, knitting his brows together in confusion.
"This is gonna sound totally lame but would you take a picture with me?" I said all in one breath.
He laughed and nodded. I handed Emma my phone and walked to the other side of the counter to join him. He put an arm around my waist and we smiled for the picture. I retrieved my phone and grinned at the picture.
"This is going on Twitter," I said to myself.
I quickly tweeted it with the caption "<3(: @zaynmalik" Zayn pulled out his phone. I got a notification saying ZAYN MALIK followed me and I looked up at him, beaming.
"You're welcome," he smiled.
Just then a familiar face came up to us.
"Ready to go?" She said.
Yup, it was Perrie Edwards. Little Mix Perrie Edwards? Yeah, THAT Perrie Edwards.
He nodded at her and turned to me.
"Nice meeting you... Alexis," he said, eyeing my name tag.
He smiled and walked to the door. Perrie stood in front of me. To my surprise, she smiled at me warmly and turned to follow him out.
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Everything's Changed - Zayn Malik
FanfictionAlexis is on her own, struggling through life, taking it one day at a time. She's had a shaky past and done things that have changed her life forever. She's had a lot of hurt, but soon her luck begins to change. After so much pain and betrayal, coul...
