Street Rat

Chapter 4

             "Never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the world." -Coldplay

"So how was date night last night?"

"Oh, it was okay..."

The conversation is what woke me up. I ducked behind the cashiers desk hoping they wouldn't catch me.

"His name was Ed. He wasn't bad looking or anything, he is just..."

"Just What?"

" Stuck in the past". The voices were coming insanely close, until I heard this.

"Oh! It's time to open up!" The two women went to open the doors and I bolted of the store. I spent my time there, 'looking' at clothes until I saw another customer, I took that cue and left. I started toward the venue before I realised the party didn't start until 9:00 P.M.

I had 12 hours.

Well, now what am I supposed to do?

I decided to just enjoy the sights of my city for a day. I started to just walk around when I saw a huge commotion. Tons of teenage girls were crowded around the side of the street screaming, holding posters, and I think that one of them fainted. What the actual hell? My curiosity got the better of me and I decided to go see what it was.

I worked my way up to the front of the crowd only to find a velvet rope. Looking around I saw that most of these girls had on the shirt. I turned around, in an attempt to leave. However, the crowd was pressing too hard agasinst me for me to move two inches. Crap, this is not cool.

"Ello. What can I do for you? Picture, autograph?" I heard a voice behind me say.

I turned to find one of the boys on the shirt. He had jet black hair and deep brown eyes. Just as I turned he popped the collar of his varsity jacket, making the girls scream louder. "No, I'm good thanks" I told him.

" Oh, so you're not a fan I take it?"

"Nope. I mean I can play your songs, but it's only for the money. By the way, which one are you anyway?"

"Zayn. You really don't know, do you?"

"Like I said, money reasons only."

"So, your a preformer?' He said pointing to the guitar.

"You could say that."

"You coming to our concert tomorrow night?"

"I said that I was kind of a preformer, that means I don't get the pay raises that you do" I said snarkly.

"Oh, well, that's too bad. I would love to hear you sometime"

"I'm sure you would, but it seems like you have 100 other girls who would die, if they didn't get to meet you." I was in a very sarcastic mood today, I don't even know why.

"I guess you're right." He seemed shocked, "Bye...um, I don't know you're name"

"Kimberly" I stated, making him laugh.

"Well, Kimberly, I hope to see you later" He said walking away.

Well, that was interesting. Zayn, from One Direction. The stuck up pop star boy band-One Direction. And he had the nerve to think I was a fan. He thought that his band was that big?! I mean this is just great. Just goes to show, every one is fake. Life sucks.

I went to my usual spot and just played for the next few hours, not for money, just to get my anger out. I was pissed at that Zayn kid, pissed at his success, pissed at some peoples luck, pissed at fate, and pissed that I thought he was cute.

A/N: Well, that was interesting wasn't? You finally got you're One Direction Action  :) Hope You enjoyed it! For you non-One Direction fans, please keep reading because this story is more about Kim than the band, so it should please both sides...Hopefully.