2030 (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter One: Zayn

Hey there guys, it's Kate. So, this is my new fanfic and I was really happy with the idea because I don't think--or at least I haven't seen--any ideas like this one, so if you could comment telling me what you think, I would totally love that. Also, uhm, if you like it, you can vote for the story and tell your friends about it. That would be sweet! So, yeah, sorry for being so awkward; in future author's notes, I will deffinitely be less awkward :D 

20-May-2012

07:52 P.M.

“I don't know, boys, this look like our biggest crowd yet.” The owner of Bread Beach Boardwalk beamed, after taking a peak out of the curtains. Liam caught a glance before. He said he didn't even caught five hundred. “Thank you so much for all the publicity. You really have made this something special. Now, if there's anything you need; a cold drink, a world-famous pretzel from Willy's Pretzel Stand...?”

“No, thank you,” Liam spoke for all of us, making sure Harry didn't say anything stupid. He never seemed to fail at that. “And thanks again for giving us the honor of performing here.”

“No, no, no, thank you,” the fat, homely man grinned, flashing his stale teeth at us before taking off. I couldn't help but wonder when was the last time that man had a girlfriend. When I asked Niall before, he said kindergarten.

“Okay, well, that was the single most awkward owner we've ever had to talk to, who agree?” Josh laughed, standing up from his drum kit. Lucky for him he didn't actually have to talk to the man. He just sat in the back and played on his phone. I didn't know what he was going on about. But, still, everyone raised their hands.

After a second of laughter, Harry lowered his hand. He whispered, “and did anyone else notice that thing on his neck? It was all brown and hairy.”

We all laughed again, Louie practically ending up on the floor. If Niall had seen that growth before, I'm sure he would have given me a big, fat never when I asked him about the man's last girlfriend.

You know, I sort of felt bad for making fun of that guy. He obviously had a good heart. While I pondered on telling the boys that, a tall, skinny, slightly attractive woman came in. “Boys, five minutes till showtime. If you need any makeup or hair stuff fixed, better go now.”

“Dibs!” The three boys that were single cried out the second she was out of sight. That left Liam, Louie, and I to chuckle. That lady had to be at least 25. Oh wait, that's perfect for Harry!

******

20-May-2012

10:02 P.M.

“Thank you, thank you all!” I tried to scream over the hundreds of screaming girls that seemed to double as the show went on. When Harry had his solo in 'What Makes You Beautiful', I looked back and saw people on the beach watching too. “Signed merchandise will be sold at either end of the boardwalk, so on your way out, be sure to get some. Goodnight everybody!”

Right as I finally got all that out, the whole band rushed backstage. Josh had to stay onstage to make some special announcement that we weren't supposed to know about. We'd probably get it out of him before we left.

“How can you boys say that last part about the merchandise, doesn't it make you feel uncomfortable?” Niall asked, walking over to the coffee machine. I knew he was just upset that he never got to end a show. But he was right. “Doesn't it just feel so fake?”

Niall didn't get it. All we were as a band were fake. By then, I'd gotten all-to used to having to lie at interviews, deal with rumors, and really just be a sell-out. When we started the band, none of us even liked each other, but Simon Cowell forced us to be friends. He forced us to be famous. He forced us to be One Direction.

It wasn't that I didn't necessarily like the band or the boys. I loved every one of them and every second of it with all my heart. It was just that, there were some days when I wanted to just go back to being Zayn Malik. Not Zayn Malik.

“Yeah, it does a little bit, but I mean, it helps the band so, what are we going to do? Tell people not to buy our stuff?” Liam asked, knowing I felt it was a touchy subject. The one thing that was true was that Liam was the smart and sensitive one.

“True,” Nialler said, mostly to himself. Harry and Louis were already having a conversation on the couch about the fan they've met that was the craziest. That was always one of my favorite conversations as a group, but I could tell Harry didn't really like me that much, so I stayed away from them.

After a while, Niall joined them. He wasn't so sure about Harry's feelings on him either, but it was better than just sitting in Liam and my silent company. We always seemed to run out of things to talk about and things would become really awkward. Ever since those bromance rumors started. Since then, a lot of things changed.

“Once a fan came up to me, ripped off her shirt, and threw it at me, telling me if I wanted some to come and get it.” Niall called to Louis from the other side of the room. “I wasn't sure what exactly she wanted me to get, so I told her I didn't want any of her church candies and walked away.”

Liam and Harry almost busted out laughing hysterically. Lou and I even gave a good laugh, too. Some fans could get so crazy.

Liam joined the chat as well, “Once, when we went to that musical in New York, the young girl next to me didn't know who I was, but her mum did. So during the intermission, her mum was breathing heavily and staring at me. The girl asked me if I knew the number for 9-1-1.”

Okay, that time everyone practically fell over laughing. I remembered that because I was sitting next to him, while the rest of the boys got up to take a bathroom break. Even seven months later, it was hilarious.

“Oh and there was this time when Zayn and me were walking down the streets,” Harry started. Oh no, he wasn't going to tell the story. He better not tell the story! “And Zayn spots this girl across the street with really long black hair, right?” Harry, shut up, shut up, shut up! “So, he says to me 'Harry, let's go see if that girl is a fan.'” I will kill you in your sleep and sell your organs on eBay, shut up! “So, we go across the street to talk to this girl.” Wait, why am I not actually protesting this?

“Harry, don't.” I warned, trying to put a scowl on my face, but failing miserably. I was never all-that intimidating.

“So, apparently,” Harry started, obviously ignoring me, “Zayn's thinking this girl is attractive from behind because he does his signature flirting move.” Harry is holding in giggles, himself. Oh no, he better shut up right now.

“Since when does Zayn have a signature flirting move?” Liam and Niall asked in unison, turning and laughing with each other a second later about it.

“Show us, show us, show us,” Louis chanted, mostly towards Harry because if my face was as red as it were hot, you would know that I'd never, in one hundred years show that stupid move. Especially not after what happened when I used it last.

“Hey there, what's cooking, good-looking? You know, if you were a booger, I'd pick you first, baby.” Harry imitated me. I had to admit, he got really close with the voice and small accent difference. After everyone settled down from laughing too hard, Harry finished. “And that's not even the worst part. So, the lass turns around and has this huge beard. Turns out, Zayn hit on a dude!”

All the boys broke into hysteria. I stood there, watching them, my face about as red as a firetruck. If half of America weren't counting on marrying him, I would so have murdered Harry right there and then danced on his grave.