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Zayn's Pov
I'm driving back home making my way to the house and to meet up the guys at this restaurant, later on. I'm not to keen on going out today because I'm kind of a little tired from last nights party. And I kind of spent the night with a pretty girl. So I didn't sleep much if you catch my drift. I don't usually spend the night at a girls place but I was pissed drunk and I was too lazy to get up and leave.
I park in the driveway and unlock the front door. I drop my keys in the wooden bowl that is on top of a table which is the first thing you see when you enter the house. I walk up the stairs and go into my room and head into the shower. I turn on the shower and strip from my clothes. I let the warm water soothe my shoulders. I grab my shampoo and rub the blue liquid into my hair. After i grab my body wash and do the same. I completely rinse off and get out of the shower.
I wrap my towel around my waist and head into my room. I put on a plane T-shirt and black jeans.
I look out the window before deciding if I should fix my hair or not. It was kind of cloudy and it did rain last night. So I decide to put on a grey beanie. I was soon finished and drove off.
The drive was not too long and once I arrived I parked a bit far away from the restaurant.
I didn't mind the walk to the restaurant. It gave me time to think and to relax also. Being famous did take it's toll on me. Don't get me wrong I love doing what I do but what is it all compared too if I can't have some privacy?
"The Bradford Bad Boy." They call me. "The Bradford Player " They also call me. I admit I have done some stuff that got me these names. But hey if you're attractive as me, why would it be a surprise if I got any girl I wanted?
I do want to settle down and find the perfect girl, but she's nowhere to be found. So I have to kill time with these girls somehow right? Right.
I kept on walking. I saw this one girl running and then take a fall. Ouch that must of hurt.
"Are you alright miss?" I call out.
She stands up. "Yes." She replies without turning around.
She doesnt look up at the me and she just keeps on walking, like nothing happened.
"Are you sure it looked like you took a pretty bad fall." I'm a bit concerned for her actually.
"I'm fine I have to get to work. " She says as she keeps on walking.I turn the corner and see that the restaurant is crowded with crazed fans.
Fuck
There was only one way to enter and that was going to be hard. I tried pushing my way through.
"Zayn'" "Zayn over here Zayn" "Can I have your autograph Zayn" "Please marry me Zayn I love you"
It was the same comments and shouts all the time. I couldn't help but smile. My fans might be a wee bit crazy but I love them. After signing a few autographs and taking a few pictures I made my way in.
I begin to search as to where the boys might be.
"Zayn over here" Harry shouts waving his arms over his head.
I start walking over and my eyes met with the most gorgeous big brown eyes ever. This feeling I feel is indescribable. It was as if I seen the most beautiful girl ever,for the first time.It felt like I was blind up to this point and I saw the world for the first time. Her hair is in a bun, she has a white blouse, black tie and black pants and an apron tied around her petite waist. She has curves in all the right places. I see that her clothes are slightly damp, realizing this was the girl who fell outside.
" Hey you're the girl that fell outside. Right?" I say with a coy smile.
"Oh you saw that. " She replies, looking a little embarrassed and she has a slight red in her cheeks. She's blushing.
"Are you alright doll?" Seemed like you took a nasty fall." I half tease. I waited to see if she would blush again, but she just rolls her eyes.
"Yeah I'm fine. " She says a little harshly. Mm okay playing hard to get okay and I can play along too. Game on.
"Can we order now I'm starving.!" Niall practically shouts. Niall will be Niall, food is more important than a pretty girl that is right in front of him. Before we could say anything else she faints and lands on the floor.
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