Chapter One

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Zayn's p.o.v

Being famous isn't easy. I know I should love my fans, but these girls throw themselves at me. I should like it, but I hate it. I came out two months ago that I'm full on gay, that I like BOYS, but yet these females don't listen.

Everyone calls me perfect. I've got raven black hair I always pull into a quiff, a sleeve of random tattoos on my right arm, abs, a v line, long legs to keep me at 5'11", straight white shining teeth, medium size hands, size nine in mens for shoes, and everyone always chats about my small but cute bum. Not to mention my rumored 8 inch manhood. The rumors? True.

Everyone knows I'm an innocent virgin. I'm gay, and finding a gay pop star like me is rare. I don't really like anyone yet. Sure, Viners such as Nash Grier and Cameron Dallas are cute. But I'm 20, they're like, 16/17ish.

Anyway....it's kind of nice.

I have my own place, with my own in ground pool, trampoline, hot tub, my own blue camero, amazing bedrooms each with bathrooms, and of course, money, money, and more money.

I like spending my money, as you can tell by my wardrobe, but it's nice to have extra for charity and people who need it. I like helping people, but I still sometimes save my money when I don't spend it.

Sometimes, I wish I had my normal life back. I miss going out in public, going on Twitter once a day.

But now, I get a Twitter notification every five minutes. I can't go out in public without being mobbbed by fans and/or paparazzi. I love singing, I love my fans, but sometimes all of this is just way too over whelming.

"Zayn!! You're needed at the studio!"

Paul yelled to me from the kitchen, Josh perking up from my bed.

Oh I forgot, Josh is my miniature tan cocker spaniel. He's small but he still has good ears. "Josh, let's go for a ride in the car."

Paul slid into the driver's seat of my black ferrari, Josh taking shotgun in 0.5 seconds. As usual, he's used to me driving. So yes, that means I have never sat in the passenger seat of my own car even though my body guard drives me around all day. I don't mind, but I would like to someday.

Arriving at the studio was packed with traffic, so when we got there, I had to let Josh out for him to go the bathroom.

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