By Chance

"Meeting you by chance and thinking... 'I'm so glad I met you' "

It's Saturday but I still have to wake up early because it's my shift at the coffee shop I work part time to support the extra expenses I have to pay in the university. It used to bother me that my shift starts at 4:00 am but now I am loving it. Only a few people drop by the shop that early so there isn't much work to do and the serenity provides a good place for studying. I bring my books there to study. The manager doesn't really care as long as I serve the right order whenever a customer does come and order.

This morning isn't different from the previous Saturdays except it's a little cold from the heavy rain last night. I decide to wear my One Direction varsity jacket. Despite my busy schedule in school and work I still have time to idolize a certain British-Irish boy band named One Direction. I love everything about them -- their voices, their talents, their songs, their good-looking faces, everything! Although I love them all equally, there's just someone who stands out every time I look at them. It's Zayn Malik. There's just something about his brown eyes that always make me feel like I'm in some kind of a spell. I find myself getting lost in his eyes whenever I watch them on TV or in YouTube. Of course, just like most of their fans, I haven't met them yet. It's nice to think that I will meet them someday but right now I have to focus on studying for my finals.

The bell chimes alerting me that a customer has walked in and also snapping me out of my chain of thoughts. I am still intently focused on my books but I can see from behind my eyelashes that he/she is sitting two paces away from me. Still not looking at him/her I recited my usual greeting to customers, "Good morning! Welcome to Coffee Haiven! May I take your order?"

"Coffee. Black."

It sounds like a guy but the part that's bothering me is it sounded like he has a British accent. I decide to not let it bother me and just serve the customer what he ordered so I can get back to my books. As I put the cup in front of the customer I look up to see a pair of beautiful brown eyes intently staring at me.

"Thanks, love."

I was about to turn around when I realize those eyes look exactly the eyes that I constantly stare at my posters in my room and the same eyes who always hold me captive with his one look. I turn to look back to the guy in front of me and sure enough, it is Zayn Malik! I am so shocked. I don't know what to say! I have a million of things running in my mind simultaneously. As my mind figures out what I should do -- whether I should cry, laugh or maybe... both? -- Zayn is just looking at me, his face unreadable, while drinking the coffee. Finally my brain starts working again and I blurt out the first thing that came out of my mouth.

"OH MY GOD!! You're Zayn Malik!" I exclaim.

His face breaks into a smile, "Vas Happenin?!"

It all seems to happen so fast that I think I might throw up. I steady myself by holding on to the counter. I lower my head down coz my vision can't stop spinning around. That's when I realize I am wearing my One Direction jacket with the name MALIK printed behind. Before anything else, I take off my jacket because I don't want him to think I'm some stalker.

"What are you doing?" I look up to see his face shocked but at the same time amused. I fold my jacket carefully so that he won't see what's written behind. I quickly change the subject to take his mind off me undressing before him.

"Wait... Is this a dream? Am I still asleep?" I start pinching my cheeks till they turn red but when I look around I'm still in the shop with Zayn in front of me really amused. I slap my face, ready to wake up but no, he's still there.

"Whoa! Be careful there, babe. You might hurt yourself." Zayn said. "This is not a dream. This is really me."

"I just don't know what's real anymore! I have dreamed so many times of this happening that I'm not sure if you're not just a figment of my imagination!"

Zayn laughed. I eased up a little.

"I'm Jessie," I smile. "So... what brings the great Zayn Malik here?" I ask.

"Well we were going to New York to perform tomorrow but we need to make a stop here to re-fuel."

I read about that before. They are going to perform tomorrow night at the Madison Square Garden. I have considered going but with the finals in school I can't.

"Where are the others?" I ask.

"We have permission to roam around for a while before we go to fly again."

"So the management finally gave you a vacation but it's just, what, ten minutes?"

He chuckles.

I stare at his face and smile. I still can't believe I'm talking to Zayn. Talking to him without make-up, bodyguards, paparazzis, and screaming girls is very overwhelming. It's very different from just watching his interviews on TV and on YouTube. Today he's... normal. It makes me realize that he's just an ordinary guy who has a talent in singing and now achieving his dreams. Right now, he's not Zayn Malik, member of One Direction... he's Zayn, just a regular teenager. He's real.

"You're beautiful," Zayn suddenly said. "Especially when you smile."

I can feel my cheeks turning red. Did Zayn just tell me I'm beautiful? I can feel his gaze at me. I dare to look at his eyes. It was a couple of moments of silence but it's not the awkward kind of silence but the beautiful, peaceful kind.

Suddenly, a phone starts ringing, breaking our moment. He pulls out his phone and answers it.

Zayn clears his throat. "Excuse me. I need to take this."

"Yes?... Yeah... Okay... I'm coming..."

"It was Paul. He said the plane's already full so I need to get back." Zayn says, with a little sadness in his voice.

I feel disappointed. I am hoping we could talk a little more longer. I really want to get to know him more. I sigh. I knew this is too good to be true. Maybe I expected too much.

I guess I should take a picture with him, just to have a remembrance but it's not like I can forget this day. I start feeling my pants for my phone when I realize I left it at my apartment. Damn. Way to go, Jessie. I quickly grab a tissue and place it in front of Zayn along with a pen.

"Wait!! Can I have your autograph?"

Zayn grins, taking the pen and scribbling something on the tissue paper. I reach out to take the tissue when Zayn grabs my hand and pulls me. He leans in and whispers in my ear.

"Wear your jacket. It suits you... especially with my name on it."

I can't help but blush again. My heart beats so fast and so loud I think I'll go deaf.

Zayn gets off the stool, kisses my hand, winks then walks off. I am so dumbfounded. I am still staring at the door he just walked out when I felt the tissue in my hand. He must have slipped it when he kissed my hand. I open it carefully so as not to tear it.

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Call me! : )

Zayn xx

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