The Bradford Bunhead: A One Direction Fan Fiction

The Interview

Aria's POV

The next day, I woke up and Zayn was in the kitchen. I made myself some cereal and sat nect to him.

"Morning." He said.

"G'morning. What's going on today." I asked Zayn, sitting cros-legged in a chair.

"Well, I have an interview today. The boys and I are on afternoon television or something."

"Or something." I countered with a smile.

"Hey, when you're this good looking, and you're famous, everything jumbles together. Not my fault I'm so darn amaZAYN."

"Wow, and you're humble, too."

"Totally." He said, taking a spoonfull of cereal. I turned on the radio. Jstin Bieber erupted from the radio.

"in three,two, swag, I'd like to be everything you want, girl let me talk to you."

"If I as your boyfriend, I'd never let you go, keepy you on my arm, girl, you'd never be alone. And I could be a gentleman, anything you want, if I was your boyfriend, I'd never let you go. I'd never let you go." Zayn sang to me.

"I love it when you sing to me."  said to him.

"I know. Why do you think i sing to you?"

"Hmm, you catch on quick." I giggled.

"I've got to go change to go and record this show. Do you want come with us, or just watch it on television?"

"I think I'll stay here. I'm working on a new piece fo a recital for the girls. Should be amazing."

" I'm sure it will be." Zayn gave me a quick peck and left the apartment.  looked around and finally decided to go change. I had to go grocery shopping. I changed into my Toms, dark wash skinny jeans, a white blouse and navy blazer. I picked up my purse and pu on my sunglasse and walked out the door.

I hopped into my car, which my brother had kindly driven up to London for me, even though it took two days of convincing. I settled in and put the key in the ignition.I rolled out of my parking spot in the flat building's garage and into the street. I drove for three blocks, and parked at the grocery store.

I walked into the grocery store and threw my purse in the cart. I went around and picked up all of the groceries. I went to te checkout line and was waiting behind another person. I scanned the area, looking at the candy bars and magazines. Then, a tabloid cover caught my eye. I was on th cover.

I quickly snatched up the tabloid and saw a picture of Zayn with his arm around me from yesterday. we were both smiling, and we looked really happy. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hey, aren't you Aria Comerici? You've been spotted with Zayn!" A teenage girl asked.

"Um, yea that's me." I said.

"I hate you." She said before walking away. I stood there with my mouth gaping open, before Irealized it was my turn with the cashier. I put the tabloid back and bought the groceries. I drove home.

By the time I had gotten home, unloded the groceries, mde myself lunch and cleaned up, the show was about to start.

The boys began to perform what makes you beautiful, and then they made their way to sit on chairs next to the host.

"So, are you guys glad to be home?" Se asked.

"Yea, it's really great to see our families." Niall said.

"And how was te tour?"

"It was absolutely amazing. It was great to see all of the fans." Liam said.

"Did you like the screaming fans? How did you deal?"

"So, um, basicaly, it was really great just to see how many people came out to see us. we were all so excited to be able to see them.' harry answered.

"And now that question. Who's single? Taken?" She asked in anticipation. I smiled.

"Uh, me and Louis are taken." Liam said.

'And Harry, Zayn nd  are all single." Niall said. Ilooked surprised.

"Um, actually, I'm taken as of last night." Zayn piped up. The boys ll looked at him in shock.

"Really Zayn? And when were you planning on telling us?" Loui asked.

'Now, I guess."

"who's the lucky lady, Zayn?" The host asked.

"Her name is Aria. I've known her my whole life. We grew up on the same street."

"Well, that's lovely." the host asked more questions, but I was distracted. We had gone public, and my phone began to buzz. I looked at twitter, which was blown up with comments aout Zan and . They ere all tweeting me, either congratulating, saying they were jealous, or giving hate. I put my iPhone away and went to my bedroom. I began working on an application for Vogue. I had just finished getting my bacelo's in journalism, and was looking for a job that was flexible.

I was hoping to get a job writing a column for Vogue, and the future looked promising. As I finished the last essay quesion, I heard the door open and close. It must be Zayn; he's the only other one who has a key. I jumped up from my chair and ran into the front hall. I jumped into his arms and giggled

"I loved your interview." I said.

"me, too. I'm glad we've gone public."

"I have aninterview lined up for tomorrow. Will you come with me?"

"Of course! Oh, and I brought some other people with me."

"What?" I asked before Louis and Niall brust through the door.

"Were you gong to keep us out there all day, mate?" Niall asked.

"I want to get to know your new girlfriend." Louis stated. Liam and Harry followed in closely behind them.

I went to shake their hands, but each of them embraced me in a hug instead. We all sat down at the couch. I sat and laid my legs across Zayn's lap.

"We should celebrate. Party at our house." Harry said. We all followed him out of the apartment and into a van waiting outside the building.

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The next morning, I woke up next to Zayn in a bed at Harry and Louis' place. I walked into the kitchen and got some water, and was met by headache. I do not remember half of what happened last night, but I did have fun.

Then, Eleanor and Danielle came out, said hello and goodbye, and left for work. I woke up Zayn and told him to get ready. I had an interview in three hours. I put my sunglasses on and we drove back to my apartment.