Moments (A Zayn Malik and Louis Tomlinson fanfic)

Chapter Six

Vanessa's POV

                Three weeks had passed since my dance audition. As Danielle promised, I got a job under Rudeye. I also called Michael the Models 1 scout the same day of my dance audition and decided to take up a job there too. Therefore I'm a dancer/model. It didn't take too long before people were asking for me. It was literally two days later when I got a call from Models 1 saying that ASOS wanted me to model clothes for their online store. I was kind of disappointed it wasn't for adversting but we all start somewhere, don't we? Not long after that did I get a call from Rudeye saying that Karmin wanted me as a backup dancer for their London gig one day while Melissa and I were hanging out with the boys and Danielle (which by the way, we've been hanging out with them frequently). I remember coming back inside, screaming, because I love Karmin so much only to be asked by Harry who they were. I nearly flipped a table on him when he said that. Then I realized no one knew who they were, so all hell broke loose until Zayn had to come over and carry me over his shoulder outside to cool off. The concert is in three weeks so as of right now, Iâm working my ass off learning the choreography for each song.  As for Melissa and Louis, they've gotten closer, so close that we're all just practically waiting for Louis to ask her out already.

                Today, I got home from a long day of work (I had to both model and dance today). Melissa was still at work. I dove straight for my bed, I was exhausted. I was on the verge of falling asleep until I heard a knock on the door. "NO ONE'S HOME," I yelled, not moving from where I was. However, they ignored me and just walked in. I already knew who it was. Suddenly someone pounced on top of me. "Get the fuck off me, Harry..." I muttered. "No," he said, grimacing. Someone else dogpiled on top of Harry. "Come with us please?" begged Niall. "To where?" I asked, starting to feel the amount of weight put on me. "Westfield" they answered simultaneously. I couldn't handle their weight anymore. "Get off her!" yelled Zayn, walking in my room. "Go wait in the car" he said sternly. Harry and Niall got off me, leaving me wheezing. "You okay?" asked Zayn, sitting next to me on my bed. I only nodded, my head was spinning right now. "Good." Suddenly, he picked me up. "Hey! Put me down!" I yelled, thrashing. All I wanted was a nap... "We're not going to Westfield without you so." "UGHHHHH, YOU GUYS SUCK!"

                He put me in the backseat with him, Harry was driving, and Niall had shotgun. I leaned my head against the window and started to fall asleep again until Zayn threw an empty plastic bottle they had lying around in the car at my arm. I chucked it back at his head. "You really should keep this car clean." "Tell that to the driver," he said throwing the bottle back at me but not before I caught it. We came to a stop and I hit Harry on the head with the bottle. "Start picking up all this rubbish in your car, Styles." I said rubbish in a British accent, or so I thought. "You really should work on perfecting that accent," remarked Harry. "Whatever," I said, hitting him on the head again with the bottle. We arrived at the mall about fifteen minutes later and it was when we got of the car that I fully looked at Zayn. "You're such a wannabe hipster Zayn." "You're the one to talk." "But you're in a mainstream band, dork. It doesn't make sense. I'm gonna start calling you Zaynster now. 'Sup Zaynster?" "What up, Vanesster?" "It doesn't work, Zaynster."

                "Brace yourselves," Harry warned. Niall gravitated towards Zayn and held his hand nervously. Zayn suddenly grabbed me and put me under his arm. "Don't freak out. Harry, cover Vanessa's other side he ordered. Harry trotted over to the left side of me. "Freak out over what?" And then I saw it. A whole mob of girls came running towards us. The mob consisted of AT LEAST thirty girls, if not more. My stomach started to churn and I could feel my eyes widen and jaw drop. I heard Harry, Niall, and Zayn's names being screamed out and saw flashes from cameras. I buried my face into Zayn. This is probably the most terrifying experience one can have.