ZAYN MALIK?

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GRACE’S P.O.V

 I heard Jess gasp beside me.

 Wait… Is that a car???

 I gingerly peeked around the car we were hiding behind.

 A black car was pulling into the carpark.

 I quickly bent down again and hissed in Jess’s ear.

 “They’re here,”

 Her eyes went wide.

 “Oh my god – I heard the car – ohmygodohmygdohmygodohmygod”

I cute her off.

 “Quick, start crying,”

 “Lol What,”

I glared at her.

 “If you want them to feel sorry for us, start bloody crying!”

 I heard the car doors open and a flurry of voices come out.

 “Is there any food –”

“Alright guys lets not cause a scene –”

“Hey look it’s a little cat on the window opposite –”

“Is my hair alright –”

“Here have one of my carrots –”

 I think I just died.

 “It’s them!” I whisper-yelled.

She slapped me.

 “What was that for?” I nearly shouted, tears pricking my eyes.

 “So you start crying,” she said simply. I gathered up all my strength and slapped her back.

 She rubbed her cheek.

 “Thanks,”

Suddenly, the voices around us stopped.

 Then I heard that voice –

“Do you girls need a hand?”

You’re kidding me.

 It can’t be…

 ZAYN MALIK?  

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