The Bradford Bunhead: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Missing You

Zayn's POV

I leaned against the car outside of the Vogue building, looking like a cliche. My hands were in the pockets of my heavy sweater and I had one ankle crossed over the other. Even if I was a cliche, I did look pretty cool. Then, Aria pushed the door open. She wore a blue flowy dress with a black jacket. Her high heels clicked against the concrete. She walked down the steps and towards me She had a huge smile on her face.

"Did you get it?" I asked, and she nodded. She slammed into my arms and I spun her around.

"She loved my work and my style. She's gonna let me travel with you. I'm so excited!"

"Let's go to my place." i said. She got in the car and we drove back to my flat. We walked in and she sat on the couch.

"I think we should introduce you to the fans." I said. 'Twitcam."

'what if they hate me?"

"Then, they aren't real fans. And besides, what's to hate?"

"Alright." I turned on the camera and Aria and I sat on the couch behind it.

"Hey guys, it's Zayn from one direction, and this Is Aria, my girlfriend."

"Hello everyone!' She said with a smile.

"We wanted to take this time to answer any of your questions.Alright, they want to know more about you, Aria."

"Ok, well, uh, I lived in Bradford ight across from Zayn. We went to school together and our families are still really good friends. I went to Uni and got a degree in journalism. I was a dancer, and I still freestyle, but it's not my career. I help out at a local studio, and I just got a job writing for Vogue." She said with ease.

"So, Aria is my girlfriend. I love her to pieces, and I know all of the fans will, too. that means you!" I pointed to the screen.

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The next morning, i woke up at my apartment to the ringing phone. I picked up and answered, hearing management on the other end.

'Zayn?"

"Yea." I said rubbing my eyes.

"Pack up."

"What?"

"You're leaving for a five weeks, no exceptions." Then, he hung up the phone. I got up and changed and drove to Aria's. I stormed up the steps and burst through the door. I walked to her room, where she was still sleeping.

I shook her awake and she moaned, opening her eyes slightly.

"Zayn? What the heck are you doing here at....seven am?"

"Wake up." She sat up in the bed and I sat next to her. "Aria I'm leaving."

"What? You weren't scheduled to leave for three weeks!"

"I know, there was a schedule mishap or smething. But I'm leaving for five weeks. Well, I'm busy for a month. The last week, I'm back here, but I'm stlll working." I looked at her, and she got a sudden look of concentration and intesity. She stood up and put her Ray Bans eyeglasses on.

"Okay, follow me." I followed her into the kitchen and she grabbed her calander out of her computer bag. She opened it up to the month I would be gone.

"Okay, where will you be on this week?" She pointed to the page.

"France."

'Alright. We can see each other. That's Paris Fashion Week, and I'm supposed to go with my boss. What about here?"