Behind Your Eyes [Zayn Malik]

Seven.

"What's your name?"

"Alex Ranger."

"And your mother?"

"Caroline Ranger."

"How old is she?"

"39."

"Where do you live?"

"26, Percheron Drive."

"Does anyone live with you?"

"Uh, my dad."

"Could we have his number when we're done?"

"Um, sure."

"Good, so what happened?"

"We were, uh, walking, and my mum, she uh, the car, I kinda, she pushed me, the guy, he uh, drove away, I-"

"Okay, okay, calm down, do you remember the car?"

"It was a silver, uh, Polo? I think. It uh, was speeding."

"Okay, anything else?"

"Is my mum okay!?"

"I'll ask the doctors if you can go in. No promises though."

"Is my dad coming?"

"We'll call him now. You can go, if you want."

The policewoman stood up and opened the door. I walked out and headed towards the area where my mum was. Through the double doors, I saw the doctors frantically giving my mum CPR and checking machines. This was worse than when I'd left. I pushed open the doors, and rushed in.

"What's happening!?" I cried.

"You shouldn't be in here." the doctor who was performing CPR said breathlessly.

I went to speak but my throat had turned dry. Instead I stared speechless at my mum's body, lying on the bed.

"It's time to call it off, doctor, there's nothing you can do for her."

The doctor stopped pressing my mum's chest and stood back. "Time of death," she looked at the clock, "Three-oh-se-"

"No!" I yelled, running from where I was. I desperately pumped my mum's chest, crying hysterically. Arms grabbed mine and pulled me off, turning me away from the lifeless body.

"No, no, no, no! Let me go!"

"She's dead, Alex, I'm sorry."

"No!" I cried, sinking down, my body just crumbling to the floor. "No..."







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Louis' POV;

You could tell there was something there. I guess you could call it tension, but it wasn't awkward, more mysterious.

"Oy, Felicitina. What clothes do you like?"

"Louis, what?"

"What. Clothes. Does. Felicity. Like?" I asked, slower this time and with a smirk.

"You're a boy, why on earth would you want to know?"

"I happen to be the best stylist in the band."

"Whatever you say, Lewis." Niall piped up.

"I guess I wear leggings and jeans, man I don't know, I don't wear skirts."

"Why not?"

"Can't stand them."

"But you're a girl." I said, copying her earlier tone, "Girls wear skirts."

"Not this one." she said, waggling her thumbs towards herself.

"We'll find you some nice skirts in Oxford Street."

"I don't even know how they work, like its just a piece of material that you wrap around your waist, like c'mon, leggings are life."

"A piece of sexy material." I commented, "Perfect if you're trying to flatter a certain someone."

"Ha, as if." she snorted.

We'd been walking round as a group for about fifteen minutes before Isaac realised it was time to head back to Oxford Street.

"I nearly called it Ostrich Street earlier." Flick admitted.

"Wonder what Ostrich Street would sell." Liam pondered.

"Bet you'd shop there, Liam." I commented. He simply shook his head and grinned slightly.

"So, guys, girl, we're in Oxford Street. You have three hours of shopping before we meet back here and go for dinner. Got it?"

We all stayed together, Flick and us, which was weird, as normally when we go shopping we split up, into pairs or even alone.

"Where do you want to go first?" Harry said.

"I don't mind, we could just make our way down and have a look?" she said, twisting the thin ring on her finger. I hadn't noticed that until now.

"Sure," he replied, "if there's anything specific you want, ask, I know these streets almost as well as my own."

"Okay, thank you."

We slowly walked down the street, shuffling past busy shoppers. Shopping bags made of plastic and canvas bashed into our legs and added to the mass of noise.

"What do you want to do?" Liam asked suddenly.

"I don't mind, we can just look-"

"No, I meant as a job and stuff."

"Oh," she responded, "I want to be an author. Or a photographer. But I'm no good at either."

"Hey, don't put yourself down. Look at Zayn, he can't dance to save his life."t

"Yes I can!"

"Getting a few points higher than Niall in Just Dance doesn't mean you're good at it."

We all laughed together until Flick found a shop she wanted to go in.

"And you're sure that the money was included in the prize?" she asked for the third time.

"'Course."

"I don't want to feel like I'm taking money from anyone."

"Management has money coming out of their ears." I stated with a smirk, "They've got more money than they have brain cells."

"True." she replied, "Only if you're-"

I grabbed her arm and pointed to the shop. "Felicity Ranger, get your butt in that shop and choose cute clothes before I drown you in the Thames."

***

After we finally convinced Flick that she could use the money, we spent a solid three hours buying clothes. Normally I hate shopping, but Flick made it more fun. We'd only known her for a few hours but she fit right in with our group, and she was comfortable and confident, without being bossy or rude.

"Excyehse meh," I asked Isaac, the tour guide, putting on a lazy accent, "where are weh gehin' nehxt?"

"Dinner, and then London Eye."

"Thehnks."

"The car will be here in twenty minutes so just sit and chill."

I walked back over to our group, who were sat on benches, and sat down as well. Flick pulled out a packet of something, unwrapped it and put it in her mouth.

"Gum," she said to our confused faces, "want some?"

We all agreed and she handed out the pink strips. "My friends say its not very feminine, chewing gum, but who cares, I'm not very feminine." she chuckled with a shrug. "Plus, if I didn't chew gum, I wouldn't know how to do this:"

She took a huge breath before breathing out, blowing a huge pink bubble in front of her face. It grew until you could barely see her face anymore, and she held it there.

"Oh wow, even I can't do that." Niall said, taking a photo of the bubble with his phone. "That's a biggun'"

She slowly sucked it back in, and it shrunk until it was just gum in her mouth again.

"Impressive." Harry stated, "But I can do better."

"Harry no, you can't-"

Before we could say anything, he went to blow out... and spat the gum onto Niall's backpack. Niall shrieked in mock horror and picked it off, flicking his wrist and chucking it at my jumper. I glared at him before peeling it off and throwing it at Zayn, who immediately threw it again. Harry, who was laughing his head off, then ended up with the gum on his forehead between his eyes.

"Aw." he mumbled, wiping it off, taking out his phone and tapping the screen. He slipped it away a few seconds later, seemingly unconcerned about the fact that he'd had his own chewed sweet chucked at his face.

Felicity's POV;

"'Sucks to have gum on your face,'" I read out, "'I didn't chews to have it there.'"

"Fuck sake Harry, these jokes are worse than before." Louis muttered.

Harry just sat there smirking. Isaac approached us to tell us that the car was here to take us to dinner.

"So you guys have private cars to take you everywhere?" I asked, kinda stupidly.

"Of cars we do." Harry said, bursting out into laughter and slapping his knee. Instead of replying, Louis just plucked an orange from his bag and chucked it. Harry squawked when it hit his stomach.

"Why do you have a- you know what, I won't even ask."

"Good, 'cause I wouldn't be able to answer."

"Hey, guys, dinner." Isaac yelled, short and sharp, and we picked up our bags, making our way to the car. It was a funny sight; a blue-haired girl walking round with five guys, one of which was throwing an orange up in the air and catching it. 

By the time we arrived at the restaurant, Harry had managed to squish the orange by accident and now the car, and Niall's Ralph Lauren polo shirt, smelt strongly of citrus. The restaurant was posh, and I had a feeling that the boys didn't do posh.

"Why are there three spoons?" Louis asked.

"Who cares, I want to know why the napkins are folded to look like animals." Niall said.

"Niall, they're flowers, not animals." Harry told him.

"No, it's an elephant." Zayn said, siding with Niall. "See, the trunk, the feet-"

"That's the bottom layer of the flower."

"And, can I take your order, ma'am?" the waiter asked me, seeming maybe sympathetic about the boys behind me. 

"It's alright, I've had this all day. It's pretty funny. I'll just take the chicken and mozzarella."

"And to drink?"

"If I drank, I'd say a gin and tonic," I chuckled, jokingly nodding my head back towards the guys, who were now arguing over who had a warmer plate, "but I don't, so water please." 

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hiya:)

chapter seven, voila.

so i understand that the chapters have been pretty boring, and im stretching out their time together a lot, but it's so that i can teach you guys more about felicity, without going "hi im flick i hate this i love that i do this" bla bla bla. so in this chapter you learn that felicity doesn't drink. strange...

this is short, im sorry. i wanted to get it over with because i didnt want to add part of chapter 8. warning: next chapter will be the last chapter of them on the day out. chapter 9 starts with her waking up in the hotel etc so hold on to your trousers.

can i be reeally cheeky and ask for 10 votes&10 comments?

obviously you dont have to but it helps,&you guys exceeded the previous chapter's goal:DD

i promise to update quicker, i only have three weeks left of school and as my ipod is broken, i can no longer waste my life reading fanfics, so i can only write them now (yay or nay?).

i love you all:D

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ps i dont even know if chicken and mozzarella exists but at subway i have chicken and cheese and damn its nice so eh.