New Life

Dye Job

By the time both of the girls had risen for the new day, it was 12:30 in the afternoon. Kyara crawled out of her room to find Emma sitting on the couch with half of a donut in her wide open mouth while she watched the lunchtime news. Kyara had to throw a paperclip she had found on the floor to get Emma's attention.

"Emma! Not that I don't enjoy seeing half eaten powdered donuts, but could you kindly close your mouth? You're kinda scaring me with that whole dead-to-the-world expression." She sat next to an offended Emma who was swallowing the last of her morning pastry.

"Well then. I wouldn't be so tired and dead to the world if you hadn't been pattering around at 3 in the morning." She retorted and stabbed Kyara in the shoulder with the paperclip. This action only brought both of their attention to the blue and purple bruises scattered over Kyara's semi-tan skin. "Did Zayn really do that?"

Kyara shifted uncomfortably with a scowl "Uh... Yeah. He didn't mean to, at least that's what he says. He made up for it by dancing with me." She rolled her eyes dramatically when Emma blanched a little.

"Nuh uh! I didn't see that!" Emma pulled up her knees to sit on them while she looked at Kyara in disbelief.

"'S true. I bet if you went on Twitter, there would be pictures. Damn nosy celebrities don't know how to mind their own business." Kyara pulled out her phone to open up her Twitter account. While she logged on Emma opened the app and almost died laughing at the first post she saw. This made Kyara hurry to type in her password to see whatever made Emma snort like that.

When the screen finally loaded after what felt like a million years (it was probably only a few seconds), Kyara paled at the post in her feed. One of the many fangirls Kyara followed had Tweeted "Omg my new OTP! Zyara for life!" with a picture of Zayn and Kyara dancing.

Kyara and Emma's feeds were filled with similar Tweets. Emma was thoroughly enjoying herself, while Kyara looked like she had been drugged with chloroform and was about to go down.

"Oh chill, Kay. Zayn just posted something to dispel the rumors. See?" Emma scrolled to the top of her feed and showed Kyara Zayn's new Tweet.

@zaynmalik: "It seems to me that I can't dance with a lovely girl without it being sexual or romantic. @Kyara and I are just new friends, guys."

The Tweet both relaxed and made Kyara more anxious. It hadn't helped that he had called her 'lovely'. She had been in fandoms since the movie Twilight. Kyara knew the term would only make the fangirls get even more excited.

On the other side of everything, Zayn was quite pleased with himself. He was sitting in his living room with his feet propped up on the coffee table as he Tweeted. Kyara still hadn't made any move to deny anything directly on her part, but she had favorited a girl's Tweet telling people to stop making assumptions.

Zayn didn't mind, though. He had promised that he would put any and all rumors to rest for the girl. Scrolling lazily through his feed, Zayn bit his lip as he read some disappointed Tweets and some ecstatic ones. What really ticked him off was the amount of girls sending hate to Kyara saying things such as 'Don't fucking touch my Zayn!' and 'She's such a slut. Kyara shouldn't have even been able to get NEAR him!'

None of the girls had the guts to mention Kyara in the comments, however. They knew how much hate they would get back from the Kit Kats and Em&ms. Zayn was still amused about what the girls' fandoms called themselves. Together they were The Candies.

It was a little odd that they chose such sweet and harmless nicknames when Zayn was fairly certain Kyara could kill him with a glare if she wanted. The Bradford boy sat up as he prepared a new message to the fandoms.