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by MarveILouis

Dedicated to -authentic

by MarveILouis

Lainey

"How ya doin', Bradford," I screamed into the microphone as I walked on to the stage.

The first song on my set started to play and my fans instantly screamed as they recognized it.

As I started singing they sang along and I couldn't help but just stop and smile at the chorus to just listen to them scream the lyrics.

"Okay Sunshines, get ready to sing at the top of your lungs this one is one of my favorites!"

No Cape started playing and I smiled thinking about Zayn. I wrote this song about him mostly, how he's my hero without a cape.

When I got to the second verse I stopped everything, the crowd stopped singing clearly confused as to why I stopped until I heard their screams erupt. I heard the voice that's always playing in my headphones. That angel voice that I fell in love with is singing my song. I turned to look at Zayn and he was pouting at me,"Come on babe, please don't stop you're amazing."

I felt my cheeks catch on fire and I looked down and let my hair hide my face. The crowd awed.

Before I knew it Zayn was standing infront of me lifting my head up and brushing my hair behind my ear,"Please."

He smiled at me and his tounge showed through his teeth and I knew the heat of his touch and his adorable smile wouldn't help my case so I stepped back and sang as loud as my shaky voice would let me.

Zayn and I continued to sing. He would ask me to sing louder every once in a while and by the end of the song I was singing at full power again.

When the song was completely over Zayn grabbed my hand and dragged me to the side and hugged me. He told me how much he loved my music and what a wonderful singer I was.

"Thank you," I smiled at him at him. He smiled back. As I kissed his cheek and ran back on stage I realized that I was thanking him for being my insperation and helping me get to where I was just by simply being himself.

When I apologize about the pause in the concert they start chanting something. I can't really tell what it is until they start chanting more together.

Zainey

[ Zainey. I ship it. Obama ships it. Your neighbor ships it. You ship it. Next chapter is the same in Zayn's POV. ]