Finding Riya later that night wasn't that hard. She was dancing hard with a couple of guys that were circled around her. I squeezed into her circle and swiftly grabbed her and began to run off. Once we walked out of the club, the cold winter air felt like a slap in the face. It felt good. But I still wasn't calm. My nerves were getting the best of me.
“Don’t lose me, you said..." She chuckled.
“Yeah yeah. I’m sorry! But you will never believe who I just met."
I spilled everything to her and she stayed quiet the whole time until she lifted my face and looked into my eyes.
“Ri! I’m not drunk! It actually happened!" I exclaimed as we made our way back into our rental home.
“Zayn? As in the real one? The gorgeous one from one direction?!"
“Yes! And it was amazing..." I said smiling.
“And he wants to see you again!" She exclaimed.
We both took this time to fangirl about it all and we both rested in bed before we ended up talking all night about it.
The next morning, I sat up in bed so quickly that I had head rush. I knew last night had to be a dream. I had to have been dreaming. But nevertheless, when I checked my phone, his number was still in it. It took a huge part of me to take a deep breath and realize that this was all real.
Riya woke up a couple minutes after I did and she smiled.
“Morning. Big date tonight!" She chuckled.
We freshened up and while we went to the nearest pancake house, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.
'Morning love. At rehearsal. Will finish around 6 :) Meet me at 7?'
My heart was beating so fast that I surely thought I would explode.
'Sure thing. See you there :)'
That day, I spent as much time as I possibly could doing something. I was totally incapable of sitting in one spot for more than 5 minutes. We walked around and went to a lot of boutiques and that took up a lot of time considering that we woke up after midday.
It was finally 6 and I couldn't even control myself. I was throwing clothes around, figuring out what to wear. I finally decided on a cute sweater and my favorite jeans and my best pair of loose combat boots. My hair was curled and I looked presentable.
Riya dropped me off at the coffee shop that Zayn instructed that I go to and I waited.
I heard the ring of the door and immediately snapped my head up, thinking it was him. I couldn't tell because the man was wearing a black hoodie and I couldn't see his face.
Once he turned to me, my heart steadied it self. My mind was racing and I couldn't breath.
“Hello." He smiled widely. I stood up and he kissed my cheek before I sat down. I noticed he didn’t put his hood down.
“Hey. Did you have a good rehearsal?" I asked sipping my frappachino.
“It was great. Thanks. You know, you didn’t have to do that. I would have bought it for you. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting." He said, looking deeply at me through his mile long lashes.
“No not at all. Its no problem."
We talked for a good half hour. Learned what we could about each other. He was 19. I was only 2 years younger than him.
Then running from behind me came a young girl. Probably in her early teens, with a pad and pen.
“Zayn! Zayn! Oh my god. I love you so much. You are so amazing!..." She droned on and on before finally asking for his autograph.
