{Sadie's P.O.V}
I dreamt that Zayn and I were making out. There's a picture of us making out too. Heck, what a great way to start a day, note the sarcasm there?
I opened my eyes. Here I come!
What the? Holy crap! Who are these people?
Paparazzi, said a voice in my head.
It hit me, it wasn't a dream at all.
Crap!
30 MINUTES LATER
After some chasing and some banging, the paparazzi were finally gone. I called Eliz immediately.
"Hello?"
"Oh hey Sadie how are you?"
"How am I? I'm good you know just chilling out with the paparazzi here," I said, casually.
"Oh good, good!" Eliz Eliz oh Eliz somebody groaned.
Any second now 3...2... And what the hell is she doing?
"Wait.....what?" she asked.
"I'll tell you about it later," I said. Babe where are you going a guy voice said.
"I'll be right there!" she replied before hanging up.
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