am i dreaming? (Zayn Malik Fan Fic)

chapter 2

Zayns P.O.V:

I reached into the pockets of my jeans and I jumped in the car. I was going out to see my sister, she was kind enough to let me live in her apartment here in America.

just as I turned into a street for a short cut. My car died down... well not my car, Harry's car. but hey he lent it to me! I checked myself in the rearview mirror.

I adjusted my blonde wig and checked out the oceanic blue contacts.

huh... they were doing an excellent job well done Zayn...

I hit the radio just when Kiss You; our song came on. I'm not kidding I seriously love listening to our own songs. though it gets embarrassing and we look vain singing along to our own songs oh well...

Suddenly the car stopped and I got out just to find out I couldn't do this myself...

I pulled my phone out. No power. Dammit. I should have charged it...

I had no other way but to get help from people in this peaceful neighbour hood. I approached the first house I saw.

I was about to ring the bell when the sound of Live While We're Young blasted through the windows of the second floor. I take back what I said about peaceful neighborhood and if someone is a mad directioner here its not going to be pleasant... for my eardrums. I love my fans. Girls mostly... but its just when we accidentally show up somewhere... and well eardrums swell.

A girl couple of years younger than me opened the door. She was like a whole foot shorter than me. She was blonde, like white-ish blonde... and light green eyes.

"May I help you?" She snapped her fingers in front of me diverting my attention to her and not to her face.

I just hope she doesn't recognize me. I decided American accent would help.

"I'm... Josh."

"So? I know many Josh."

"My tyre is punctured."

"And?" Doesn't she know?

"I... uh... need a shelter."

"What are you a stray dog?"

ouch.

"Don't you have manners to talk to elders?"

"So Josh you have the guts to accuse me of something I do all the time. my sister is 25 she never minds this behavior. what's the problem with you?"

"May I call from a phone?"

"How do I know you're not a serial killer?"

"Because... I am innocent. I would have shown you my ID but i don't have it right now."

"Whatever." she handed me an iPhone which had a one direction cover. I checked it out.. it was new you could tell. my tongue was out. Niall gripping my jacket and Liam giving a thumbs up while Harry and Louis... they posed as of it were a selfie.

"Are you going to keep checking out One Direction or are you gonna call." She icily talked.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Monica." She folded her arms across her chest as if she was authority here.

I nodded and dailed Harry's number. his was the only number I had memorized.

"Hello?"

"H-ansel. I need your help my tyre is punctured and I do not have a spare and my phone is dead so I asked some people." I told him. he understood that there was some one in front of me. so he didn't just go and ask questions.

"Oh and uhh. raspberry okay?" Monica raised an eyebrow at Raspberry. that my friends was code word we made for disguise. Harry agreed to be there in time.