ZAYNS POV
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I wake up on my bed, next to Libby. The thunder. I roll off the bed and put on a shirt. I guess the guys aren't home. I grab a pan and the egg carton from the fridge. I set the pan on the stove. I turn it on and set it at mid temperature. I crack the egg, the yolk streams down into the pan.
'KNOCK!'
I hear someone knock at the door. "Comming!" I yell. More knocking. "Gosh, hold your horses." I mummble. when I open the door, non other than Perrie is standing there. Her hair is curled . She has on dark blue skinny jeans and a red flowy top.
"Hey Zayn!" She chirps. "Hi." I say and go to tend to the eggs.
"Whats the matter?" She pokes at my nose.
"Nothing." I grit my teeth.
"Look, Zayn I need to talk to you." she grabs my hand and leads me into the living room.
"What is it?" I sigh. I really don't want to deal with Perrie right now. Espesically since Libby is upstairs in my room as we speak. Why did I ever agree to be her boyfriend?
"I know you don't like me." She burst out.
"Perrie," I sigh. "I don't don't like you. It's just that. I don't know." I tug a my hair.
"What do you mean?" She asks.
"You're just, I don't feel. I don't think we should be together." She nods her head.
"Thats what I was trying to tell you. Zayn, your my friend. Or at least I think your my friend." She looks at me questionly. I nod my head. "I'm going to take that as a yes. Well, I met this guy. He way diffrent from you. No offense. But I really like him. We get along great. Hes a really nice guy. I think we should break up."
"I agree."
"What about managment?"
"I'll take care of that." I pat her back.
"So thats it?" I hear suffleing upstairs. Libby is up.
"You need to go." I shove her out the door.
"Zayn? Whats wrong?" I hear her coming down the stairs.
"Bye Perrie!" I feel bad for shoving her out the door. But she had tk leave before Lib got downstairs.
"Is everything alright?" She basicly asks.
"Yhea evrything is fine. Breakfast is ready." I point towards the eggs I made, I'll eat later.
"Thanks." She smiles.
I run upstairs to get ready for the day. I get some light wash jeans out of my dresser and put them on. I throw on a red polo shirt. It seems more of a Niall outfit than me. I leave my hair sideswopped.
When I get downstairs I see that Libby wash rinseing her dish off.
"So, when do you eant to get dropped off?" I ask her.
"Right now is fine." She answers my question.
"Are you wearing that?" I point at her pjs.
"Yhea, whats wrong with it?"
"Nothing." I shake my head. 'Unless we get caught, people would wonder why I'm in my car with a girl in pjs and her hair is messed up. No big deal.' I think. I grab my car keys off the counter.
"Ready?"
She nods and runs upstairs, to go get her things. When she comes back downstairs, I open the front door and lock it. She goes in front of me. I shut the door and open the grage. I unlock my black mustang and jump in. She looks hesitant.
"Come on!" I say.
She slowly opens the passenger door.
"This is way diffrent than my car." She whispers.
"Yhea?" I fire up the engine and stomp on the gas.
She nods her head fastly.
I smirk. "So where do you want me to drop you off?"
"At my dad's house is fine. I really don't want to go back to the dorm. I don't know if I can deal with Nikki right now." She rubs her neck.
"It's fine." I smile and turn up the music.
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"Do you know where the key is?" I ask her.
"Yhea, but turn around."
"Why?"
"Because, what if you steal something?"
"Libby, I'm THE Zayn Malik. I have more than enough money. I can buy anything or anyone I want."
"Fine." She huffs. I smile.
She opens her deck box ans searches through it. Then she goes to the patio furniture.
"I can't find it." She tugs at her hair. She looks up as if something cought her eye. "Its right there." She whispers and points to the top of the door. "I'm too short." She whines. I look down at her 5'2frame. Then I realize that I am indeed, towering her. With my 5'9 height.(Fun fact everbody!!!)
"I'll get it." I offer.
"Zayn, no. You already did too much. You should leave. I can just get a chair." She smiles.
No way Libatha.
"Nope." I say while poping the 'P'.
I walk to the door. I stand up on my tip toes, girly I know. I grab the key and hand it to her. "There you go!"
She grabs the key out of my hand. "Thanks." She mummbles.
She unlocks the door and steps in.
"You can come in, if you want." She goes to what looks like the kitchen.
When I step in, I cannot belive what I see. It is not like Lib in any way, shape, or form.
There is white walls all over. Its just white. A white fireplace. A white tv stand. The only thing that isn't white is the carmel colored rug on the ground.
It's blank.
"I hate it." She whispers. "I wish I lived in a cabin. Hell, I will live in a damn cabin." I don't know whats up with the swearing. "I want the cabin to have moss growing on the side. And there needs to be flowers, lots of flowers. I want there to be a brick fireplace in the Living room. I want the walls to be a beautiful warm yellow. And I want black and white colored pictures of my friends and family and kids on the walls." She smiles. "Oh! And some of The Beatles quotes. Yhea, thats the life." I smile. Rembering that thats what she use to say.
At least something isn't gone.
"I'm making cookies, and brownies, and probally a cake too. I just really want to eat too much." She shrugs and I laugh. "You can leave now." She puts a hand on her hip.
"No ma'am" I plop on the couch. "How do you have such a fancy house anyway?" I ask.
"Dad. He works for Apple. Now get up, your helping me."
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Hellooooo people of earth!!! So i watched the new glee........
Anywho. I've started my new fanfic: One Way. I don't know if I'll put it on hold. Or until I get this story done. I'm trying to work on making the chapys longer. I think this one is 2 or 3 pages. So I was planing on just doing Libby and Zayns pov. But do you guys want to see Nikkis, spencers, sophies, heck even Nialls? Just tell me.
So I think that just about does it. So please vote and comment and as always thanks for reading!!!!
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FanfictionSo, I guess every story starts out with a name. My name is Zayn Malik. And if you haven't heard of me, your living under a rock. I'm in One Direction. I'm probably every girls husband by now. I have everything. Fame, money, and a 'girlfriend'. So, y...