Chapter 2: Well hello Zayn

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As I was boarding my plane I saw a really good looking guy probably my age or older with nice chestnut hair and he was...running away from girls? well that was different. Maybe he's famous should I ask.. I have always had talks like this with my self if your confused.. No I won't , don't wanna bother him ~boarded the plane~ guess what that guy I was talking about is sitting next to me, I really hope he didn't notice me staring at him earlier that would be really awkward. As we were lifting off the ground a sudden boost of confidence hit me and I decided Ill talk to him "Hai my name is Zoe " I said with a smile "Hi I'm zayn" he responded, I noticed his accent he was British "Are you famous?" I decided to ask "Um yea how did you know" he said, I smiled "Well I saw you running earlier." "Oh". this ride is long and quiet but zayn is keeping me entertained asking me questions about how old I was , if I'm the only child ,etc. I thought it was cute that he was interested in my life. He has the cutest face and everything about this boy gets to me ugh.he is literally perfect like if i could I would take him with me but I can't which sucks really fucking bad but anyway i gotta get over it.

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