"Wanna play a game?" Zayn whispers to you. There was only twenty minutes left before he and the boys had to be out on stage performing as a guest act on the USA X-Factor. "I don't think this is the right time." You say, cocking an eyebrow at him. "There's never a right time for games, now is there?" He says winking. "Alright, fine." You say, averting your entire attention to him. He walks straight up to you and taps your shoulder. "You're it!" He says, eyes gleaming as he runs away. It didn't take long for you to catch up to him, seeing as how he was purposefully running slow for you to catch him. You shoot in the other direction, adrenaline coursing through your body. You turn the corner only to skid to a stop as you see Paul running down the hall towards you. You turn sharply around and slam straight into Zayn. "GO!!" You scream, pointing behind you. Zayn catches on and continues to run right beside you. You finally arrived at the bench you originally sat on when Zayn started this game of tag. The two of you tried to hide your heavy breathing as Paul walked up to the two of you. "You know, you're not supposed to be running around here right?" Paul scolded the both of you. "I don't know what you're talking about." Zayn says as he leans back on the bench. "Mmhmm" Paul mumbled as he walked away. "Don't let me catch you again!!" He called out as he left the room.
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One Direction Preferences
FanfictionThis book is full of funny, cute and dirty One Direction preferences and short imagines. So if that's what you're looking for you came to the right place!
