{CoMpLeTeD} Perrie Edwards, a journalist who decided to never trust men and the first person who knew about it was Zayn Malik, a photographer who started to work with them newly and who gained her total trust and became her first guy friend sinc...
"Ready for the big day?" Zayn asked holding my hand as I was checking my passport. I smiled with a huge smile full of enthusiasm as I held his hand back.
Five days have passed since the biggest meeting we've had with Laul. Both our flights were on the same day but Zayn and I's were a few hours earlier and everyone came to say goodbye. I mean by everyone : Harry, Liam, Louis, Niall, surely Jade, Jesy, and certainly Jake because Jesy was there, Danielle and Eleanor. Mr Michael has just wished us luck because he didn't have enough time to stay for longer and we appreciate him coming. Our suitcases and our passports and everything were ready but we were waiting for the intercom to announce our flight.
"I don't want my Pezza to stay away from me for longer." Jade said with a curved sad mouth as we both were standing away from the rest who were chatting about random things. "Neither do I." I hugged her really hard. I didn't want to let go and i did want to stay for a long time before we leave and I wanted to spend more time with Jade but, on the opposite side, I wanted to travel and discover the world and have fun and break my routine! Surely, Jade's side is heavier on the balance but I can't help anything! Mr Michael wanted us to stay for only few weeks before we go back to work all around the world and that's why we're here right now. Even though my few weeks in London had a little bit less action than my three weeks wherever I went, but still well spent.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you're flight t-" we've heard the intercom as i got my back bag. "Don't you find it boring listening to the intercoms wherever you go? Like, for god's sake!" Jade said before she gave me another hug while I laughed. "My baba will be missed." I said squeezing her cheeks. "My Pez is already missed."
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"Come on, I'll help you get on it." Zayn said keeping the bike steady. "Let me take a minute to realize I'm going to ride a bike for the first time in my life." "Does realizing that it's in Amsterdam changing anything?"
We were having a walk in random streets in Amsterdam after we made sure our GPS is working. And yes, as you've heard twice, Amsterdam. Well, I think I should say Netherlands but 'some people' don't know that Amsterdam is just its capital, they just admire the city without knowing anything about it. You should be realizing that I'm PROBABLY glaring at you.
"Okay, just rest your body and the bike with your legs steady on the floor." Zayn instructed after I got on the bike. "Yes, now you put that feet on one of the pedals. Keep your other feet resting your body." "Why do I have the feeling that I'm going to take place in The Amstel." I mean by The Amstel the river where our bikes are next to. "You'll have to get this out of your mind or else, I'm realizing it." Zayn warned before he chuckled, holding the bike. "Now, you'll have to put your other foot on the pedal." I did as ordered. "I'll push you while you use the pedal to move and suddenly I release you to see how my lessons at riding a bicycle have affected on you." I nodded, not sure why I did. Zayn started to push and I kept rolling my feet to move and I did directed to the bridge that connected both sides of the river. I didn't think I was directing the right way so I changed my direction using the handlebars. I was going to hit the edge of the bridge when I used the brakes to stop but It was too late, and I didn't knew I was, almost flying, and falling in the Amstel.
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"At least I'm now sure my expectations are going real just because of announcing them." I told Zayn while we were going back to the hotel. "Or that you do whatever you've warned me, indirectly." "Or maybe you realized you're cursed, so whatever you imagine is happening, or a great investigator." "Sounds like a good conclusion." "Well, my lessons have 'affected on you' and I guess you won't ride a bike ever again." "Well, I loved being in the mud while everybody was watching, like, you feel unique for once." I mocked. "Another reason why you're not riding a bike again." We were now in front of the hotel. "I'm not entering while I'm this way." I said as I stopped walking. "Like, full of mud." "Okay, you'll be living with mud all over you until we leave Amsterdam because you, Perrie Edwards, wouldn't like that you might die without your dignity if you enter the hotel like this." "You can say so." "Okay, I'll help you." Zayn said grabbing me over the shoulder. "WHAT? NOOOOO!" I said. "Pretend that you're faint or something." "Seems like you were good in Drama classes." "I slayed them." I did as ordered and pretended I was faint as he grabbed me in the hotel. "Is she doing fine, sir?" Seems like a waiter or someone who works in the hotel. "She is, she just had to take her medicaments before she leaves but she forgot her bag so she feels a little dizzy. That's noting really." "What about the mud?" "She, because of being dizzy, fell in a pool of mud and that's why." "Her wet ha-" "Are you going to keep investigating with me for so long? Death is calling for her while you're asking such questions? Is there a problem with you?" "I'm sorry sir." Whoever, said this before we entered in the elevator. "Can I wash now? I smell like shit!" I said from 'behind'.
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"We don't need a guide. Do we?" Asked Zayn. As we were waiting for a waiter to show us the menus of the restaurant here. "I don't think so, but we must visit as well." Well, let me explain. The guide had an accident where he broke his arm and leg. That's why I suggested that we visit. "We better look for places to write about AND, as we're not concerned with a guy who will be with us wherever we go in AMSTERDAM." Zayn said, his eyes wide open and moving his hands in the air. "We'll have to look up for adventures to do. I don't want to waste a week in Amsterdam doing absolutely nothing but visiting historical places." "Maybe we can-" "Fall in the Amstel? Sounds like a good idea." Zayn said as I laughed, taking the menu that was just placed in front of me.
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"Okay so what do you think about Van Gogh Museum?" I asked as I read from my laptop, laying on the queen sized bed and Zayn was walking around the room holding his phone. "Aha." "Vondelpark?" "Okay." "Rijksmuseum?" "Alright." "Eiffel tower?" "Totally okay with that." "Did you even listen to my last suggestion?" "Can we just forget about the whole thing? I really want to sleep." "Why would we? Just an hour ago you were talking about how you don't want to waste time in Amsterdam and live the moment and shit. What happened all at once? What made you change your mind?" Too late, Zayn was already asleep. "We'll have that conversation tomorrow."
Is it something in his phone that made him change his thought all at once? Like a finger snap? Was he talking about something really serious that made him just think about tire? Or maybe he's just tired and I'm exaggerating? I hope I'm not.
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I'll try letting the next chapter longer and full of actions and stuff but YOU gotta help me out and maybe encourage me or anything with your opinion in a comment below or a vote or anything so I can try to let it better? THANK YOU FOR READING ANYWAYS ❤️
