Please Remember Me A One Direction Fan Fiction

Fate Has Its Ways Prt. 2

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Jane’s P.O.V.

 I was right in the middle of my piece when I heard a thud come from the balcony. I shut off the music made my way slowly to the stairs to assess the situation.

“Is someone there?” Was this there way of getting me? Sneaking into my school and killing me here while I was alone so no one would know.

“If you’re trying to scare me I can promise it won’t end well for you. I grew up in the Bronx. I can kick your ass and run like hell.” I was beyond scared at this point. Then I heard some shuffling and then the guy I was supposed to beat down showed his face.

“Omigod. You scared the shit out of me. What the hell are you doing up here? This is a closed area.” I narrowed my eyes at the dark brown haired guy.

“Um…well…see…I was just painting and then you came in and you started dancing…which was really good by the way…umm…then I was gonna leave but my bag was in the way so yea. Sorry.” It all came out fast and he stuttered a bit but I caught what I needed to hear. I looked into his eyes and saw a bit of worry but it was replaced by something else I couldn’t put my finger on. God his eyes were magical. They were mostly a light mocha colour with little specks of black around the iris.

“Ahem…”His coughing brought me back to reality.

“Thanks. For the compliment. It was just something I’ve been working on at the moment…” I was at a loss of words. My eyes trailed down his body. Slender but muscular at the same time. Nice. His arms were definitely defined but not in an I-take-steroids way. Like an I-work-out-here-and-there way.

“Is there a problem?” This is the second time his words kept me from my daydreaming.

“No sorry I was just daydream- Do you have a British accent?”

“Um yeah. Is that a crime?” Well someone was sassy.

“No it’s not. I have a friend from the U.K. The accent just reminded me of him.” I smiled at the ground remembering all the fun times I had with the weird British blonde I call my best friend.

“Really? What’s his name? Maybe I know him.” He looked really focused on something while he was looking at me. I shrugged it off like it was nothing.

“Andy Samuels. He has this store called My Box Clothing. It’s awesome. There’s this one shirt where it says ‘my box is bigger than your box’. It was weird till I got the joke.” I took a moment to breathe again when I noticed he was gawking at me like I was from outer space.

“Is something wrong? Is there something on my face? Is my make-up running? I knew I should have gotten the water proof mascara.” That’s when he held me by the shoulders and said… “You know Andy? Omigod. Is he okay. I thought he was dead. Where is he?” He kept shooting questions at me. Why would he think Andy was dead?

“Hello? Anyone up there? You know, for a girl like you, you really do space out a lot.” He still had his hands on my shoulders. God they were so defined. I had no idea that was even possible. I bet he’s really good at… No. No no no. You just met him. God. Say something quick before he thinks I’m weird.

“Uh yea we met at a bar on 5th and West. And he’s fine. Now if you will excuse me I have to get back to dancing. I’ll tell him to call you or something.” Then he dropped his hands from my shoulders and I was on my way down the stairs.

“Oh. What’s your name? I have to have something to tell Andy.” He looked at me with a smile.

“Zayn. The name’s Zayn. You?”

“Jane. Jane Avenue.” I returned the smile and reached out my hand.

“Well, Jane Avenue. Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?” I was a little surprised when he asked since we met in the most awkward way possible. And since I threatened to beat him up.

“Yeah. I would. “ I was probably smiling like a hyena.

“Great. I’ll pick you up at 9?” He asked. He looked like he just gotten an award from the president.

“Yeah sure. I’ll text you the address.” We exchanged number and went our separate ways. But just as I was pressing play to start my piece again. My alarm went off signaling it was time to pack up and leave. Tonight is gonna be awesome.

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