Not So Picture Perfect

Chapter 2

Since I have the free time right now today, I might as well go get the varsity jacket for Gio. I changed into high waisted shorts with tights underneath, and a sleeveless oxford shirt halfway tucked in. I tie my shoestrings of my oxford shoes and slip on my messenger bag.

"Gio! You comin for your jacket?!" I yell across the room as I look for my favorite umbrella. (It's  all clear, if ya didn't know)

"Naah, I think I'll stay and play Halo instead."

"Like always." I mutter under my breath.

"What kind of jacket is is?"

"I printed a picture of it, it's on the counter!"

I go to the counter and spot the paper. Of course it has a food stain, gross. Gio thinks its a varsity jacket, but it's not. -__- It's actually a Declan Sweat at Jack and Jones. He wants me to get him a 48 pound jacket. Sometimes I feel like I'm spoiling him since he's 19 now, and he doesn't go to college. I feel as though I have to take care of him, but he needs to learn to grow up on his own.

"Kay, Bye!" I say as I leave.

"Whatever." I hear Gio yell.

I could have just got his jacket online, but I wanted to go shopping myself too. I walked down the street since the stores aren't that far, and I need the exercise anyways. I love London street style. Everyone dresses so nice here. I take pictures of random people on the streets wearing really nice clothes, and they don't mind at all. A double decker big red bus passes by, and honks.

Finally I get to Jack and Jones and get inside. I am the only female in there which is kind of awkward. I look around for the Declan Sweat that Gio wants. Declan Sweats, Declan Sweats, where are you?! I need to get them or else I'll have to be Gio's slave!

"Excuse me, do you know where the Declan Sweat is at?" I ask an employee walking by. He has curly red hair and he gives a toothy grin. I show him the picture of the jacket I was talking about. I see his name tag and it reads Donald. Donald takes a quick look at it.

"I'll be right back," Donald says and walks to the employees only room. I look around, unfamiliar to the store. There has never been a reason for me to come in here. It takes a while for Donald to come back.

"I'm sorry mam, the last jacket has been already taken off the rack." says Donald.

"WHAT?!" I snap and he winces.

"T-t-the very last jacket is already taken..." Donald says.

"Are you guys going to order some more?!"

"N-n-no, Jack and Jones decided to stop making them."

"Which idiot got the jacket?!" I say a little too loudly. Donald weakly points behind me.

"Thank you, sorry, I didn't mean to snap. It's a problem I have and that Declan Sweat was very important to me." I tell Donald. I turn around and see the guy holding my Declan Sweat.

"Americans..." I hear Donald mutter behind my back, but I choose to pretend he didn't say that.

I walk over to the guy holding my jacket. His back is turned around facing towards me. I politely tap on his shoulder and he turns around. 

It's Zayn. Yes, Zayn Malik, the one I took the embarassing picture of. Zayn looks oblivious to the fact that I am mad. I narrow my eyes at him, although it's quite difficult to do that with out gawking at how good he looks.

"What do you think you're doing with my jacket?" I say and point at the jacket in his hand.

"Your jacket?" he says with his Bradford accent.