It was. It was Zayn Malik from One Direction. Chanel grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him with tears streaming down her face.
He must've known we were fans because asked if we wanted a picture.
"Hey, don't you remember me Carter?" he said. I felt like I was going to faint as Chanel and I exchanged looks.
"W-what?" I barely managed to say.
"It's me, Zayn! We went to the same elementar school."
All the memories started to come to mind. I did know Zayn. We were in the same class and always got in trouble together.
"Oh.. I remember now..." I could barely breath at this point. After taking the picture he wrote down his phone number and gave it to me. As we walked back Chanel started yelling at me.
"Carter Smith! How could you not tell me you knew him?! You know how much I love him that's not fair!" Was she being serious right now?
"Chanel I didn't even know I knew him-" All of a sudden I was cut off by flashing lights everywhere. Cameras? Paprazzi and fans I'm guessing. They were chasing Zayn. My parents told me it was time to get on the plane and I gave Chanel a quick hug and I was basically being dragged onto the plane. Was this actually happening? Did I just meet Zayn Malik? Did i really know him in elementary school? Whatever had happened was blurry from all the chaos that just happened. It wasn't long before I had fallen asleep
