"Don't worry babe, they'll love you." I comforted my boyfriend, Zayn. Yes, he is Zayn Malik from famous boy band One Direction. He was finally meeting my family. I could tell he was nervous, he had no reason to be, my family were the nicest people. Minus my sister, Jasmine. I started to dislike her when I was around fifteen. That's when I started to have real relationships, well, not really. I couldn't have a boyfriend for more then a month because when they met my sister, they fell for her. Then I would catch her kissing them, and she would never apologize to me. It has been four years, and she still steals them. She was drop dead gorgeous, and it hurt knowing those boys just left me, for her. It always made me have really low self-esteem. When I turned eighteen, I had enough money saved up to move out. It was the best decision I ever made. I felt so free from them. And I finally met the perfect guy, two months later, I am worried he'll leave me for her.
Let me take it back a few months. This is how I met my boyfriend, Zayn Malik.
Two Months Earlier
"OH MY GOD!" I heard my bestfriend, Izzy, yell from downstairs. I jumped off her bed and ran downstairs.
"What?! Are you hur-" I stopped myself, only to see her standing there with the biggest grin spread across her face. "Nevermind." I groaned.
"OH MY GOD! ONE DIRECTION ARE COMING HERE FOR A CD SIGNING!!" She yelled. One Direction was her obsession, she talked about them constantly. It gets annoying when she talks about them 24/7.
"We're going." She said, after taking a few minutes to calm heself down.
I snorted. "We? No way, you can go by yourself." I said while she pouted.
"Please, I need my bestfriend to be there."
"You don't need me there. You want me there." She shook her head.
"No, I need you there. Are you really going to make me stand in line by myself. Plus, if we're lucky, one of the guys will fall head over heels in love with us." She said.
"In your dreams." I said to her, she pouted one again.
"I know. A girl can fantasize ya know!" She said while pouting once again. "So, your coming right? For me? Please, please, please,please,plea-"
I cut her off. "Fine." I groaned. I knew she would not shutup if I didn't agree. What could it hurt? It's always cool to meet a celebrity. She squealed and pulled me in for a very tight hug.
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"Why did I agree to this?" I said, while standing behind at least a good couple hundred people. We were going to be here all day.
"Because I'm your bestfriend and you love me. Plus, I know you secretly like them, I mean, who can not like them, their amazing. And beautiful." There she goes, fantasizing about them. I wasn't a fan of them, but I had to agree with her on the beautiful part. They were all gorgeous, but I had my eye on Zayn, the one with tanned skin and dark hair. I was in love with his eyes. When I told Izzy I thought Zayn was good looking, she told pretty much everything about him. When she told me he had a girlfriend, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. I don't know why, not like I would ever have a chance with him anyways, after all he was famous.
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After about an hour of waiting in line, we were finally next to meet them. Izzy told every single on of them that she loved them and they were gorgeous. They all just chuckled. When I met them we just exchanged simple hi's. Until I locked eyes with those gorgeous eyes. They were so brown and shiny, and those eyelashes. Don't even get me started. He kept staring at me until one of the boys elbowed him and laughed at him. He blushed and signed my CD that Izzy insisted I buy.
"Hi." He said shyly.
"Hi." I said and gave an awkward smile.
While handing me my CD, he started to talk. "I just wanted to say, your beautiful. Check the back of the CD later." He said and winked at me. He went from super shy, to cheeky. I blushed and nodded in agreement.
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When I got home, I almost forgot what Zayn had said. So, I flipped over the CD, and looked at back, to see a seven digit number. And just when I thought I didn't have a chance with a famous guy.
I texted him the next day, we went on a date, he told me he was no longer with his girlfriend. I completely forgot he had a girlfriend. Or, ex-girlfriend now. The date went great and we continued to see each other.
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Author's Note: What do you think of it so far? I hope you like it, because I have lots of ideas for this book in the future. Yay. Vote, comment, and all that other jazz. Thanks a ton for reading :) xx
