London Bridge

Zayn *2

Zayn Javadd Malik: member of One Direction, the bad boy of the group, dark black hair, tan skin, born January 12, 1993, 5'9", from Bradford, piercings, shades, three sisters, part Pakistan, part Ireland, part British.

"Do I really have to do this?" Zayn groaned as he put the pen down. He was doing a stupid survey for a magazine and he was getting annoyed.

Their manager, Dan O' Leary, gave him a stern glare that gave him his answer. "Fine," he conceded and finished the survey.

"Well, look on the bright side, it's for the fans," his band mate and friend, Harry Styles reminded. He patted him on the back, then went towards the mirror to fix his blazer and hair.

Zayn sighed, then after taking one last glance at the survey, passed it to Dan. "Has anyone seen my lucky carrot?" Louis Tomlinson asked everyone as he Messily searched through the band's outer dressing room. Zayn rolled his eyes, tossing Louis the carrot by him. "Thank the Lord!"

"Yeah, yeah, just don't mess up the place."

In the next second, Niall Horan came out of his dressing room with his guitar in one hand and his pair of lucky socks in the other. "Ready?" He walked across the room and sat down, leaning his guitar on the wall beside him before proceeding to put his socks on.

Louis Tomlinson, the final member of the band, came in carrying a white plastic bag with the Haribo Store label on it. Everyone in the room caught sight of it, and answered (although late) to Niall's question, "Yes!"

After they all had their sweets, they gobbled it up and got ready for the concert.

Zayn was in his usual jock attire with the black and red letterman jacket, white v-neck, jeans, and red high tops. After one sweep of his hair to see it was in place, he walked out of the dressing room.

To his right, he saw a guard guiding two girls, one blonde and one brunette, down the steps, probably to their seats. The brunette glanced back to the stage, and his heart jumped. "That's weird," he said as his hand felt his chest.

"What's weird?" Harry asked coming up from behind him.

Zayn slipped his hand back down to his side "Oh nothing. Let's get this show on the road?" Harry gave him on last glance before nodding and gesturing for the rest to follow.

The stagehand passed them they're mikes as they filed behind the curtain. "Um can someone please help me untangle my suspenders?" Louis gave them a sheepish smile as Dan untangled them.

"I swear, if girls didn't think you were cute in these things, I would've hung you from them." Louis' hands clutched his suspenders in his hand as if they were more important than life all together.

"Don't you dare use my suspenders for criminal purposes. They're too special for that," he exclaimed as he finished off his carrot. "Can you please throw this away for me?"

Liam rolled his eyes, then snatched the green from Louis's hand and threw it by the trash two feet away. "Really?"

"What?"

"Hey, it's better than him leaving it on the floor and risking someone's life," Niall put in. Liam thought about it and shrugged.

"True."

Another stagehand with headphones and a clipboard came up to them and prepped them up for the concert. Once they were all set, they ran out into the screaming fans.

"Good evening London," Harry greeted them loudly. The screaming grew louder, and it seemed as if the crowd grew from that one line. Zayn swept the crowd with his eyes, smiling and waving in every direction. Everyone else doing the same.