To Hate or to Love (A Zayn One shot)

A/N: (This is my first 1D one shot...I didn't expect that I would be able to write one while I'm currently in the middle of writing a multi-chaptered fanfic entitled "Summer Memories". It's about 1D too so I hope you'll check it out and tell me your thoughts about it!:))

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Gela (@iamAJ21 on Twitter)...

SURPRISE!!:) hahah, I hope I can exclaim this to you personally but I think this will do. This storyline popped inside my head at around 12midnight of April 29, 2012...yes, you read that right, I was awake until 2AM just typing more than half of this on my phone.xp I hope you'll like it!:D

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I'm pissed...I'm pissed...I'm extremely pissed!

I continued to flip the pages of the magazine I was reading but it seemed like I would just get more pissed off by the appearance of his face in every single page. This is the problem when your sister buys every magazine wherein her boyfriend and his band are featured. I sighed in disgust as I threw the magazine away and got a new one under the centre table. I altered my position on the couch and crossed my legs. "Hmm...All Time Low," I muttered excitedly when I realized that All Time Low was the cover of this new magazine. After staring at Alex Gaskarth's face for more than ten seconds, I finally turned to the next page...and regretted doing so. I groaned to myself. "What the freak, Zayn Malik?!!"

"Hey! Stop the hate!" I heard my sister shout from upstairs followed by a boisterous laughter. She was in her room, probably on Twitter or something, tweeting back to some of her boyfriend's fans who seem to adore her; but of course, she also has haters. What do you expect from fan girls?

"Shut up!" I shouted back. "Next time you would buy a magazine with them featured, kindly cut every picture of this freakin' British-Pakistani!"

My sister just laughed again.

I rolled my eyes even though she wouldn't see it. If you're wondering why I react like this about Zayn, it's simply because his arrogance tremendously annoy every single atom in my body; right, that's how worse it is, atom and not cell. Whenever my sister and I hang out with their whole band, I couldn't even enjoy a single moment of it because this black headed creature would always keep on throwing annoying words to me though I don't even talk to him; of course, I wouldn't just let myself be defeated by a guy so I would also shoot words of hate back at him. Liam, Niall, Louis, Harry and my sister would just end up getting amused with Zayn and I's usual mini fight. I actually wonder why he's like that to me ever since my sister and I met all of them back in high school; I couldn't even come to a conclusion that fame made him act like that because he was already that arrogant back then.

I was literally crumpling the page fully occupied by Zayn's irritating face when the doorbell suddenly rang. I almost jumped on my seat. I reluctantly got off the couch and then walked to the door to check who the visitor was. "What do you need at this time of the day?" I said rather harshly when I pulled the front door open. "Oh." I breathed out and scratched my head. "Sorry, Harry. What's up?" I muttered, embarrassed by my behaviour.

He chuckled. "Uhm...Ariann?" He asked while smiling widely like an idiot when he mentioned my sister's name. I could see he's undoubtedly in love with her. Even though they're already renowned and a lot of girls follow them around no matter how sweaty or smelly they get, Harry still does his best to find time with my sister whenever they get back to London after a tour. Dang, the girl is blessed, I thought.

"Well, she's upstairs." I smiled back. "Come on in." I invited and then he stepped in. I haven't noticed earlier that he was clutching a cute teddy bear with his left arm. Awesome, my sister wouldn't be able to sleep on her bed now because another stuffed toy would be added to her mini family.