Chapter 1: Cooking Oil

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I threw the door shut and flopped onto the bed pulling a pillow over my head and screamed, The take me home tour had finally ended and now the boys were all heading back home, it was hard enough living in the town he was from. Now knowing he's back in Bradford? How am I supposed to manage? I put the pillow back to its original place and tried to calm down, I can't. I just can't. I might as well just stay home under my bed and just break down. But then again this was Zayn Malik.

Tears of happiness of joy filled my plain-jane brown eyes just thinking of seeing him right here. I smiled as I wiped my tears, as if Diana. "You're just a worthless pathetic girl in love with 5 boys who don't even know you exist" My conscience barked at me. Tears flooded my eyes once again, this time they weren't exactly what you would call happy tears.

I heard a simple knock on the door and brought myself up to get it, I caught a quick reflection of my appearance in the hallway mirror. My mascara had smeared all over my cheeks, and my eyeliner had smudged making me look like a panda. I opened the door to see blurry view of a tall man with warm caramel skin dark almond brown eyes and ravens black hair styled in a high quiff.

"Hi, my mum asked if you had any cooking oil we could use?" His voice had given it all away. The soft rolls in the words, the way the his "Ys" always ended with eh. Zayn Malik was at my door way. I smacked my hand against my mouth before I could let out a scream. Everything had gotten more blurry and I had felt like I was going to faint, I nodded and walked wobbly to the kitchen without saying a word.

Before taking a bottle out cooking oil I filled a tall glass up of water and chugged on it quickly, what was happening in my life? How could every thing that had ever happened to me simply be swooshed away and forgotten end just like that? I pulled the bottle of oil from the cabinet under the sink and walked back to the door.

"Thanks" he said before taking the bottle from me "Big fan I'm guessing?" And that's when "Story of my life" popped up in my head. Was it that obvious? "I take that as a yes, see you around" he smiled as he walked away "Lets go Paul" he said to the man standing a few feet behind him.

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