Cats (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 3: Dared Sender

*Zayn's P.O.V.*

Parking in the mall's V.I.P. parking lot, I pull out my keys from the ignition and get out, the cool air embracing me in chilliness.

I walk passed a couple cars until I hear squealing, indicating that I've been spotted by fans. I look to my right and see about a dozen teenage girls running towards me in a stampede, but, instead of what normal people would do, I just shrug. But in one split second, a guard throws me over his shoulder and starts running 10 times faster than the fans towards the building.

We reach the entrance, but instead of entering the mall, Unknown-Guard-Guy takes a turn and continues running, before finally stopping in front of what seems like a private entrance. He puts me down and I am able to see his face.

Tall. That's the first thing I noticed. He has brown hair which, for some unknown reason, kind of remind me of Louis, and some scars on his face.

Nope, I've never seen him before in my entire life.

"Excuse me?" I call out, looking up at the guy who's about 3 inches taller than me.

"Sorry, sir. But you were almost drowned by fans. Please run away next time." he sighs, "This is another entrance to the mall. I believe this goes through 2 hallways then you enter Starbucks."

I smile at the mention of the café, thinking that luck is on my side today. I just hope that I'll also be lucky with my 'date'.

"Thank you." I smile and turn to leave.

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I pass the 2 hallways and enter Starbucks, a good 4 people in it. This Starbucks is different from the usual glass-walled Starbucks. This one was country-like, with the wooden walls and floor, and just 2 pairs of fairly carved wooden windows.

I scan the few people in the café and find an old man, a young couple, and a blonde girl.

The blonde girl has a purple flower in her straight, blonde hair, that is pulled up in a high ponytail. Her caked face almost disgusts me, if she only isn't pretty.

With a small smile, I approach her, and her head snaps towards me. Her hot, brewed coffee almost spills over her yellow, silk dress in that one swift movement, and once her eyes lock with mine, her gaping lips turn into a proud grin.

"What you smiling at?" I ask, sitting down in front of her.

"I knew you'd read my letter." she answers, nodding to herself. I mentally cringe at how sure she is. I mean, what if I didn't read her letter? Does that mean she'd curse me for not showing up?

I brush off the disgusting thought and plaster a fake smile on my face, hoping that she doesn't see right through me.

"Um, surprise, surprise...?" I say uneasily, making it sound more like a question.

"Oh my gosh! I totally forgot!" she exclaims, "I'm Eve."

"Um, I'm, err, Zayn...." I shake her hand.

"Obviously." she giggles.

We talk for a while more, but mostly only she talks, leaving me to speak only a few words and only when she asks me something. I've learned that she's British, like I am, and that she's a 20-year-old fan. She's also said that she's here in Las Vegas because her parents are, and I quote, 'annoying little twats'. I hate how she calls her parents 'annoying' and 'twats', and how she talks as if she's the star of the world.

If there's one thing that annoys me more than my alarm clock, it's a brat. And that is exactly how Eve is acting like.

I pretend to listen for a little more and open my wallet, a piece of blue folded paper catching my eye. I pull it out and unfold it under the table, reading the writings on it for what I think is the 10th time today, without Eve noticing.

Dear Zayn,

First off, my best friend dared me to send you this. So I'm sorry if you have to go through reading this, that is, if this ever reaches you, which I think is highly impossible. Second, I know my handwriting is bad, so I'm sorry and please just bear with me. And third, I have absolutely no idea what to write here.

I should probably explain why she dared me to do this. Well, that has one very simple answer:

She's crazy.

Yes, I am crazy as well, but she's even crazier, so I guess I have a right to say that. Or not...

Like I said, my best friend, Jade Elizabeth Martin, is crazy, and wants me to put our numbers here. Yes, I am gonna write them down, 'cause if I don't, that would be like backing out of a dare, and I NEVER, and I mean NEVER, back out of a dare. So here they are.

Jade's - 1234567890

Mine - 0987654321

Anyway, I just wanted to say that I'm so proud of the 5 of you and how far you all have gotten. I wish all of you good luck in life, and I hope you all reach further than what you have now. You deserve all of the support-and more-from your fans.

Wishing all of you the best in life,

Yours truly,

Danni Annie Davis xx

I smile to myself at how sincerely and beautifully written the letter is. It caught my eye because first, it was the only letter that was color blue from the pile of pink letters that I received yesterday, and second, because whoever wrote it wasn't selfish or prideful in any way. In fact, she's the complete opposite.

"Helloooo?" Eve calls, waving her small, pale hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, I, uh, I-I have, err, somewhere to go to. T-the lads j-just texted me and, um, told me that we have an, err, important meeting that we have to, uh, attend to in an... hour." I lie, mentally face-palming myself for stuttering.

"Oh, okay. Can I have your number?" she asks and I nod. She hands me her phone and I quickly type in my number with my hands, the chilliness making me shake.

I hand her back her phone and with one last goodbye, I leave the café and head to my car without being chased by fans, and I silently thank luck for being on my side again.

I get in my car and sigh in relief, all kinds of happy emotions swarming in me as I'm glad that I'm finally able to leave that situation.

With one last glance at my wallet which contains the neatly folded blue letter, I put my keys in the ignition and drive off, heading to our apartment building.