Step-daddy? (Zayn Malik)

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Alia's POV:

I scoff as I am greeted by the blinding lights of the cameras. Apparently mister perfect just had to be famous and everyone is intrigued with his personal and professional life.

I roll my eyes as he smiled and pulled my mom closer to him. They even stopped to talk and have a mini photo shoot, leaving me behind. I was pushed, shoved and cursed at just for breathing someone's way. Have they never heard of personal space?

After about thirty minutes, I cheered as I finally got away from all the reporters who were boosting about getting the best picture of them, only to see the car we came in, gone. Had they seriously left me? Where are they? I went through the whole parking space twice to see if I was that blind, but nothing.

I knew coming here was a mistake from the very first moment I saw him. I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away. I was about three blocks down when I saw a brand new black Mercedes pull up beside me. I didn't even know anyone who had this car or anything close as fancy. I sped up only to see the car match my pace. Oh hell no. I've seen enough movies to know this is where the character gets kidnapped. 

I thought of what I learned when I watched those YouTube videos where they teach you self defense. The first thing was going into a crowded and public place. I look around to see all the reporters walking the opposite direction of where I was headed. I mentally curse.

I think of the other thing I learned which was going to a shop but just my luck, the closest shop was a block away. I could always sprint. I saw the car's window being lowered and decided to challenge my luck and make a run for it. Luck, however, wasn't on my side. But I mean when was it? I tripped and fell face first as I heard my potential kidnapper roar with laughter. I look up just in time to see his smile and must I say I've missed it even when I just saw it a while ago.

"You good, princess?"

A/N:
Who do you think it is ;P
How is everyone doing btw?