Chasing Forever (Zayn Malik Fan-Fic)

Chasing Forever ( Chapter 1 )

So hello again :D Here's the actual chapter 1 of this story. So far, I actually like how it's coming along. :) Hopefully you do too!

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"Teen sensation One Direction have just returned from their US Tour!" 

Tightening my grip on my bag, I glared at the telley as it flashed photo after photo of the boys walking out of the airport. Thanks to their arrival, the usual busy streets of London were crawling with teenage girls sporting 1D t-shirts or wearing outfits that were much too revealing for the bitter cold. Rolling my eyes at the people around me, I adjusted my scarf and kept on my way.     

Shoving my way into my flat, I kicked off my boots and dropped my purse by the door. 

"Why're there girls outside of our flat screaming their bloody heads off?" I smiled at my room mate, Robbie, who strolled out of his room and stared out the window. 

I sighed with an eye roll. "Guess who's just arrived from America. Today's literally the worst day to be living in London."   

He snickered, tightening the belt of his lime green robe. "You're really being mental about this whole thing, Libbs!" At my glower, he laughed, patting me on the back. "Just go down there yourself and make a grand entrance? Zaynie'll probably spot you a kilometre away!" 

"Have I ever told you how much I hate you?" I hissed, slouching on to the sofa with my face buried in a pillow. "I can't be seen anywhere near him." 

"And why's that?" He sat down beside me, threading his fingers through my hair. "You and him had a lot of chemistry together." 

Lifting my head from the pillow, I instead held it close to my chest, staring at the ground. "At the beginning. Now, he's famous and I haven't spoken a word to him since the day he was put in the band." Sighing, I rested my head on his shoulder as he kept toying with my hair. "He's completely forgotten about me, Robbie." 

Clicking his tongue, he wrapped a hairband around the braid he'd made, pursing his lips. "No one forgets my girl! No matter how famous or rich of a son of bitch they are!" I laughed dryly at his sassy statement. He then clapped his hands, rising to his feet. "Get up." 

"What for?" I whined, laying back down and smothering my face with the pillow. "I just want to crawl into a hole and live forever as a hermit!" 

As I was lifted into burly arms, I began kicking and shrieking. "No amount of screaming's getting you out of this, Libbs. We're going out." He snarled into my ear, storming into my bed and dropping me on to my bed. "Put on something that'll make straight men go arse over tits for you. We're going dancing." 

Pouting, I sat on the edge of my bed, crossing my arms. "But I don't want to go dancing!" 

"Then put on a bib so we can get bloody knackered at some random bar!" 

With a sigh, I rolled my eyes, slumping up to my feet as I dragged myself to my closet. "Dancing it is." 

Smacking my bum on his way out, Robbie shot me an award-winning smile. "Completely arse over tits, babe." 

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Blinking at the massive line that stretched down the street, I shot Robbie a glower. "How the hell are we going to get in there?" I crossed my arms, leaning against the grimy wall, not even caring if I ruined my brand new leather jacket.