Truth, Lies and Love (z.m)

Chapter 1

"So that's the London Bridge as you can see! If everyone could look to their left, we have....." I tuned out before the tour guide can say anything else. Ignoring the rest of the tour group I wandered around the busy streets of London devouring the beautiful sight that lay in front of me.

"Wow! I whispered to myself in pure amazement. My thought were cut shot as I slammed hard against a wall. I closed my eyes awaiting the hard impact that would happen once I make contact with the floor, but it never came. Instead, a pair of strong muscular hands caught me. "Watch where your going love" he said, with his pure British accent lacing through his beautiful voice. Wow, how hot are British guys. Seriously I should have came to London ages ago. I looked up at him at took in the sight that lay inform of me. Light honey brown coloured eyes stared right back at me. I then looked up at his messy quid styled hair and then down to his soft pink plump lips.

"Oh..umm, Hi! I didn't see you there, sorry!" Instead of replying the good looking guy raised his eyebrow and looked like he was waiting for me to do something else. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked blushing slightly, only slightly. His face turned from a smirk to a frown: "Aren't you going to bow down to me? Oh and love don't think I looked at you because I thought you were pretty"

My blushing came to an abrupt halt and turned into a confused and angry frown "What did you just say?" Before the man could reply, my tour guide came rushing in. Once she saw what was happening she bowed down to him. Then stood up while I was completely oblivious to what was happening. "Sorry my lord! This is her first time in England. I am terribly sorry for her rudeness. I will explain everything to her soon.

"You better," the man replied his smirk now changing into an amused expression. God, this person infuriated me and I just met him like a minute ago. My tour guide looked at me and gave me a strange look which meant "Bow down now or you'll be sorry. I raised one of my eyebrow giving her that "What are you talkin' about?" look (which took years to master) and walked away. I was turned right back around again by the honey eye coloured hottie in a flash. Before anything else could happen, the tour guide stepped between us and said sorry. The honey eye coloured man let out an angry sigh, and turned around with his heels and got into a sleek black car. Before he could drive off, he poked his perfectly structured head out of the polished car window and said " you look cute when your angry" and with that he drove off.

As soon as he was out of sight the tour guide let out a huge sigh and sat down on the side step of a small boutique store. "Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!" She repeated like she was so e sort of lunatic who had just gotten admitted to a mental asylum. "Mind telling me what the frick just happened?!" I asked getting slightly annoyed. Oh wait that an under statement "Mind telling me what the frick just happened?!" I asked getting EXTREMELY annoyed because I had no idea what was happening.

"Tha...that...that was...Prince Zayn Malik" she breathed out, sounding like she just ran a 42- kilometre marathon.