Serendipity

Chapter 5

Turns out, I was willing to take the chance again. That night, I successfully snuck out and was able to go to the recording of their TV show segment. When I returned home that day, I had managed to score tickets to their concert as well. Although I was floating on Cloud 9, I couldn't help but feel awful for disobeying my parents. They trusted me, and here I was sneaking out to do what I desired. When had I become so selfish and rebellious? Before this, I would never even think about not following the rules. Was love, if that what it was, turning me in to a monster?

I sat in my room that night with my concert ticket in front of me. I debated whether I should go back to being the good girl that I was, or if I should continue to rebel against my parents to do what I wanted. I felt torn. I felt like I had known Zayn for the longest time. My feelings for him were much greater than what others would probably expect. Although I had never met him before, I was positive I felt something for him, and it was certainly not a crush. After meeting Zayn two times in a row, I was sure I was on my way to falling in love. That thought scared me, I also felt stupid for thinking that. Could 17 year old me really be in love? Probably not. Why did love have to be so complicated? On one hand, I wanted to do nothing more than to stay at home and be proud of myself for not breaking my parents' trust. On the other hand, I would literally do anything to see Zayn again. I felt foolish and terrible. Maybe I didn't deserve love.

I glanced at the clock, it wasn't too late to give my mom a call and confess everything I've done during the past two days. Before I chickened out, I grabbed the phone and called. My mom picked up on the third ring. “Hello?” I took a deep breath. “Hi, mom,” I said. “Jess! How are you doing, sweetie? Is everything okay?” she asked. “Yes, mom. I just wanted to talk to you about something,”I explained. “About what, Honey?” It's now or never I thought.

I took a cleansing breath and told her every little detail. There was a long pause on the other line, and for a second, I regretted telling her what I did. “Jessica,” my mom said. “Yes?” I squeaked. “You know that I always want the best for you and the only reason I didn't allow you to go out was because I didn't want you getting hurt.” she explained. “I know mo--” she cut me off. “Let me finish, Jess. The whole point was to keep you safe. This is the first time I've been away from home and I'm worried sick about you and your sister. I would die if something happened to any of you. I realize you might think my decisions aren't reasonable, but they are for the best. You know that,” she said. “I know,” I whispered. “I'm truly very sorry, mom. I really didn't mean for any of this to happen,” then I started crying.

“Jess, honey. Don't cry about this. I know you're a good person and didn't do any of this on purpose, and I'm proud of you for collecting the courage to be honest with me. Maybe I don't quite understand the urgency for you to see that boyband, but I'll let it slip this one time. I'm allowing you to go to their concert, but you will not be able to go out for three weekends straight once school starts again, understood?” she said sternly. “Yes, mom. You have my word,” I said. “Good, now go wash up for bed. I don't want you staying up so late,” she said with a smile in her voice. I sighed happily. Maybe everything will be okay after all. “Good night, mom.” I said. “Good night, sweetheart.”

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After telling my mom everything, it felt as if the world had been lifted off my shoulders. I was able to go to the concert and enjoy every moment of it. At the end of the concert, a tall man with broad shoulders approached me. “Are you Jessica?” he asked. “Yes?” I questioned more than answered. “Please follow me,” he said motioning for me to follow him. Over the past few days, I had been through many risky situations, but I decided to go with my gut and follow that man. I patted my pockets to make sure I had something to swing at that man if he turned out to be a rapist or something. Stop it, Jessica. You're being ridiculous I thought to myself as he led me through a long hallway. At the end there was a door. “Where are we?” I asked the man. “You'll see,” he said and opened the door. A cool gust of wind hit me. Why were we outside? This looked like the back door of the venue. “Wait here,” he said pointing to a huge bus. It looked a lot like a tour bus. He disappeared inside. Well, that was nice of him. Leaving me alone next to a big bus that could run me over. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a voice calling my name. I looked around. “Over here, silly,” I followed the voice and stopped short when I saw Zayn standing on the steps of the bus. “Oh, hey” I said dumbfounded. He ran down the steps and walked towards me. “Wanna see the inside of the tour bus?” he asked. “Sure,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. He smiled and took my hand leading me inside.

He showed me around and we ended up talking about the randomest things. While we were talking about how he hadn't learned how to drive yet, he piped up with a question. “Jess, would you come back to my hotel with me?” he asked hopefully. He must have read the confusion and perhaps even panic on my face because he explained right away. “I'm honestly very tired and as much as I'd like to take you out somewhere, I really don't think it'd be worth it at this time,” he said motioning to the dark sky. “I'd also rather not be disturbed while I'm spending time with you,” he said smiling. I thought back to the first day I'd met him and about all the girls walking his way. “I guess I could come, yes,” I said hesitantly. As much as I'd like to trust Zayn, I couldn't help but think back to all the rumors I'd heard about him. I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts. What was I doing? Was I really letting things people said get to my head? When it came to love, you had to trust blindly. So that's what I did.