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Chapter 1
It was winter. I hated it, I got by trying to work my way through the annoying crowd of little screaming fans.
"Zayn! Zayn! Zayn!" they screamed
"so annoying" said Paisley, my best friend.
One Direction's ok but not the best. I'm more of the mature type of person. 'Flipping my hair' isn't my style. Speaking of style they don't really have any! My favourite band is The Fray. Although when Louis did that cover is was sorta good.
Paisley and I rushed to get out of that place!
"This is what happens when you wanna take the shortcut through 48th street where Zayn lives on!" Paisley said trying to clam her voice.
"Sorry it was faster the other way!"
I said about to punch each girl in our way.
"YES! Finally I can breath!" Paisley said.
"Me too!" I said so joyful.
We kept walking and we saw a Bentley parked outside a house.
"I'm not 'Zayn expert' but Zayn has a Bentley." Paisley said worried.
"Just keep walking!" I said more angry than ever.
Does One Direction always have to ruin everyday?! I really regret living in London right now! I starting daydreaming about how sweet Justin was on Twitter to this girl I know and he---
*hit with a car door*
"Holy crap! I'm so sorry." A stranger said.
"Paisley, what happen?" I tried to get out of the mouth.
"Just some Blonde dude hit you with his car door" Paisley said trying not to laugh.
"Glad you girls can call me 'Just Some Dude'." The guy said.
"Paisley, PAISLEY! Help me up please!" *Helps me up* "Oh, you're that Irish kid from One Direction... Um, Neil... No wait.. Nia, no thats a girls name... Um, N---I-a--ll, Niall. Right?" i said with my head still pounding.
"Looks like you had a hard time with my name?" Niall said confused.
"What? I'm not a fan a you guys"
"Oh my, are you sure you're ok?!" Niall said concerned.
"I'm fine!" I said annoyed.
"why don't you come inside.." Niall said.
"how 'bout we don't!"
"Please it's the least I could do?"
"Ugh! Whatever!!!"
"Wait, I never got your name." Niall said jumpy.
"it's Rochelle, and that's Paisley." I said wanting to leave to finish our shopping day.
Chapter 2
When we walked in to 2 story house Niall introduced us to the boys. Zayn was the first to stand up with a innocent look on his face.
"Does he that face always when he meets girls?" I whispered to Niall.
"Not always, just the pretty ones!" Niall said with a wink.
We started talking. Although out of all the pictures there's 5 and now there's only 4. I think the one with the big fuzz ball on his head. What's his name? Henry? No. Hank? Um, no. Ha----rr---y? Harry. I asked where Harry was. They said at the store. We got into talking about living in London and not being fans of a sort of One Direction. We explain how we had different genres and stuff. I was noticing how the light looked on Zayn's slick black shinny hair. He must use a lot of hair products. When Harry got back we had to explain ourselfs all over again. Paisley and I had somewhat of fun. When we tweeted or posted on Facebook everyone was like lucky. We took couple of pictures. I'm still not a big fan. But I think we had a good time talking. We exchanged numbers to talk about plans. Now we're heading home, we're knackered!
