The Bradford Bunhead: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Paris

Katie's POV

I had been in Paris for four days now, and I could not wait to see Zayn. I had met so many designers and seen so many spectacular fashion shows. It was my dream to attend Paris Fashion Week.

However, now that I was talking to Oscar de la Renta about the timeless look of lace, all  wanted to do was leave.

"It just has such a special and unique quality that pulls someone in." Oscar said.

"I agree. It's so classic." I told him, when my boss broke in.

"Aria, you may go home. Oscar did you get my note?" My boss said, and i nodded and walked away.

I finally got a good look around, and realized the building had completely cleared ou of guests. I ran out to the door and a man held it open when I emerged onto the concrete steps. I stood at the top and looked around. For a second, I thought he was not there, and I looked down at my light pink chiffon knee length dress and nude pumps, and then he caught my eye.

Zayn's POV

I finally saw Aria, standing at the top of the steps. I smiled big as she caught my eye. She smiled back  and ran down the steps in her pink dress and heels. Her hair, as usual, was up in a bun. She crashed into my arms and I kissed her.

"Good to see you again." She said smiling. She was almost my height with her heels on.

"Good to see you, too."

"What do you want to do?"

"Walk."

We walked dwn the ctreet towards the Arc de Triomphe.

'Wow, it's gorgeous." She said looking around. It truly was a sight. It was nighttime, and the lights lit up Paris so beautifully.

"Eiffel Tower Time." I said, pulling her into a taxi. The man drove us to the Eiffel Tower and I paid as we got out. 

I led Aria to a small table set up with a Parisian dinner. I pulled out her chair and she sat down. we began to eat.

"How's the tour been going?" Aria asked.

"It's great. I love seeing all of the fans and pending time with the boys, and coming to places like this, but I've been sort of gloomy lately."

"Why?"

"Well, because I'm not with you, of course. I miss you like crazy, bunhead. You're all I've been thinking about for five days." She took my hand from across the table.

"Zayn?"

"yes" I said.

"Don't do that. I know you love me, and I love you, too. I think we're perfect for each other. I've been mising you and thinkng about you for the past five days as well. You, however, have to perform. Promise me you're not giving the fans a crappy show because of me."

"Alright I won't."

"Good."

"how's fashion week?" I asked, knoing she would give a lengthy answer.

"Oh my god. It's absolutely amazing. i've met christian Louboutin and Sara Burton. I just had a conversation with Oscar de la Renta. The clothes are stunning. I met Karl Lagerfeld. My boss thinks I'm doing an amazing job, and she loves how I'm conducting myself with everything. I've gotten so many clothes, and Paris is just absolutely amazing." I kept nodding.

"I'm done." She said and I smiled.

"Alright." We kept talking about the last few days, and then, once we were ready to go, we both got up.