Tangled in Love {One Direction Fanfiction}

Chapter 2

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Here's a chapter for you guys, enjoy it

SM xx

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Zayn's POV

You don't know you're beautifu-u-ul, that's what makes you beautiful.

The audience broke into a thunderous applause. Our names were being chanted, ringing throughout the arena. We were breathing heavily as we put our hands around each other, our looks enough to tell each other how we felt, how performing in front of a huge audience, doing what we loved, it always felt like the first time. It was just as magical.

I almost went deaf from all the cheering and screaming. Girls seriously have such powerful vocal chords, it's unbelievable.

Standing on stage, seeing how many people loved us and our music, it was a brilliant feeling.  

We issued our heartfelt thankyou's, bowed, and ended our show, the last one for the tour. 

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Home.

Finally, we're home.

Don't get me wrong, touring and all's been good fun, but I miss home a lot. I'm just like that. People find it amusing when I say that I prefer the quiet, family life, where you just chill and do nothing really.

I guess I don't need to give an introduction, because you know, everyone knows who I am and stuff. Which is pretty cool, to be honest.

To think that about two years ago,  I was a normal kid with a few dreams and nothing else, and now I'm in a boyband with four of the best people ever, it's pretty overwhelming.

We practically had all our dreams fulfilled miraculously, and now we enjoy doing what we can love. And let me tell you this - fulfilling a dream you never thought would come true is the most beautiful experience ever.

"Ah, I missed this beautiful British weather," Liam laughed as we got off the plane, rain pouring down hard on us.

"Jesus, I got used to the sunshine in America," Niall mumbled, opening up an umbrelly hastily.

"I hate the rain," Louis grumbled, moving closer to Niall so that he could take advantage of the umbrella too.

We walked in silence towards the arrival counter, which had a surprisingly small queue for a Thursday morning. Yeah, we might be famous, but we still had queue up with the normal people and stuff. Fame doesn't only have pros you know.

We took our place in the line, our hoods on our heads and sunglasses on our faces. We probably looked really suspicious, five guys in shades and hoods. But it was necessary to avoid loud fan encounters. It was too early in the day for that.

The young woman around her twenties who was stood in front of us in the line accidentally dropped her case on us. "I'm really sorry," she apologized as Harry, being the gentlemen that he is, picked it up and handed it too her, keeping his head low so as to not be recognized. A commotion in the airport after a hell of a long flight was the last thing we wanted.

"Thank you," she said to Harry, smiling gratefully. She was about to look away and face the front when she stopped and squinted her eyes staring at him closely.

"Oh my god," she uttered, "Is that -"

Please don't squeal. Please don't squeal. Please do-

"OH MY GOD IT'S ONE DIRECTION!"

Well, shit. 

"One Direction?!"