Miracle.

I grabbed onto the straps of my back pack as I ran faster down the sidewalk. Once I turned onto another street, I slowed down into a walk, catching my breath. I had just began to fall asleep when the hotel manager caught me sitting behing one of the couches and kicked me out. It was only my second time I tried to sleep there. I normally just sleep in the alley behind the abondoned buildings, but it was December in New York and tonight it was extremely cold. I found my usual sleeping spot in the back door way behind the resturaunt that closed down last month. The things I missed about it being open was that the owners would let me come sit in the back booth when I needed and would give me some food every other day. My thoughts were interupted by screaming. Not just one person but many. I pulled my pack back on as I crept down the alley staying close to the wall. I began to read some of the girls signs they were waving around in the air. They were for that boy band, One Direction. They were coming to New York for interviews and concerts in stuff for a few weeks. Well thats what I read on the board in the fancy hotel I was just kicked out of. I crossed my arms and turned around as I walked back towards my spot to try to sleep. I sat down, pulled my knees the my chest, and closed my eyes. The screams were kinda annoying but I grew used to them as they continued for a while. As I began to drift off, a bright light was being shone in my face. "Ahhh", I whined, covering my eyes with my raged glove hands. I door opened and I heard foot steps making their way to me but I couldnt see who was walking towards me. "What are you doing outside when its this cold outside?" the voice strictly asked me. "I..I..I", I stutered back. The man walked over to me and picked me up walking me over to the car. He pushed me up into the car and closed the door after he got in himself. "Oh my gosh it's so warm", I said rubbing my hands together. It felt nice to be in the warm heat. "Again, why were you outside, sleeping in the cold," the man who put me in the car asked. I looked up at him meeting his eyes. Thats when I realized he wasnt just some stranger I didn't know, he was Zayn Malik. I quickly broke the eye contact answering him in a quiet voice, "I sleep there every night." "Well," Zayn said wrapping his arm around me, "you arent going to tonight." I stared at his hand then picked it up, lifting his arm off of me. "Sorry", he said folding his hands in his lap. "Its fine", I said back. After a few moments of silence, Zayn put his in out in front of me, "Im Zayn". I shook his hand lightly, "Kristin". The car stopped and Zayn grabbed my bag and jumped out of the car, "Follow me, Kristin!" I slowly got out of the car and realized we were back at the hotel I just got kicked out of. I walked quickly beside Zayn, keeping my head down. "Keep me hidden'", I said to Zayn. He didn't even question it. Zayn protectivly put his hand on my back and we walked quickly to the elevator. Once we got inside and the doors closed, I let out a deep breath. "Relieved?" Zayn asked raising an eyebrow. "Very", I answered, "I get kicked out of here all the time." "I promise you won't be kicked out ever again", he said giving me a serious look. I gave him a small smile, "thanks". Zayn just smiled at me. There was more silence but it wasn't awkward. We stopped at the 57th floor and Zayn led me to his room. When we got to the door, he turned to me, "Don't let the guys scare you." I couldnt help but smirk, "It takes a lot to scare me." He gave me a small smile, "Good."