Chanelle's POV:
'She's gaining consciousness'
'should we give her another shot'
'No, she'll overdose'
'Why did you bring her in the first place?'
'she's pretty and her layered hair suits her face'
'My head is killing me, where are we?' I say
'Zayn, give her a painkiller'
'What's going on?' I reluctantly ask
'How old are you?'
Why?? I ask curiously
'Just tell us please' The stranger asks impatiently
'I'm 16, im going to be 17 in 2 months time' I answer calmly
'She's fit for Zayn'
'What are you guys talking about?' Zayn gives me some water and a painkiller
'Don't worry you'll figure it out!' The drivers and rest of the group chuckle except for Zayn
'Can I see your face Zayn?' I ask politely
'Um, sorry I can't until we get home' He answers in a very quiet manner
I quietly get my earphones out of my lil bag and my phone and listen to 'Hold On, We're Going Home' by Drake, I sing the lyrics out and everyone stares at me...
Zayn's POV:
She's so beautiful, her singing is amazing, maybe I could leave the group and duet with her? No, I can't I need my friends
'What??' She asks everyone in our group
'You're amazing' I say trying not to open my mouth
'Thanks, but I'm really not' She smiles amazingly beautifully
'You even have a beautiful smile' I grin under my white, undecorated mask
'URGH! get a room!' Louis shouts out
'We're here' I sigh of relief
'Great, now can I see you?' Chanelle asks in a friendly manner
