Give Me Love (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three - We Meet Again

I was keeping an eye out for Zayn when I stepped of the train. It was a very small station so not many was going of so if he did go of here, I would have seen him. But I didn’t so he was long gone after the train continued out from the station again. I didn’t even understand why I was looking for him in the first place. He was just an arrogant celebrity that was so caught up in his fame and money that he thought he could do anything he pleased.

I know I shouldn’t care what people say in magazines but some of it actually is true. So we can say 50 % of the article was true, but which percent?

There was a bus leaving from the station in like 15-20 minutes but I never went with it. It was always full with kids going to the camp and the poor person who happened to end up next to me would be bullied during the entire camp. It was only a 5-10 minute drive to the camp and it wasn’t so tuff to walk. But with a suitcase and everything, I usually called a cab. As I sat waiting for the cab to arrive along the road next to the station a cab passed me. Through the tinted windows I think I could spot a familiar face… Zayn?

The cab arrived around 5 minutes after I made the call. The driver joked with me while he out my bags in the trunk, I laughed a little with him just to be nice. He was pretty nice actually and talked a lot while he drove to the camp. After paying the driver I walked over to the reception.

The woman who owned the camp, together with her husband, Mrs. Howard sat by her regular table.

“Hello Jesse, nice to see you. Have your year been well?” She asked me. Since I was one of the regulars that came back year after year she knew me well. She was also a kind of mentor for me while I was here; she talked to me about things. Although I’m sure I wouldn’t be talking a lot with her this summer. It was going to be hard to tell her.

“Is your brother fine? Albin was it?” Last year my brother came with me to the camp to make sure I was okay. My mum didn’t know I was bullied at the camp too, if she knew she wouldn’t let me go there again. But camp was fun because when Tracy wasn’t around, people actually talked to me.

“Fine…” I answered. I wasn’t going to tell the truth. I didn’t want her pity. “He’s just busy working this summer.” I added so that she hopefully wouldn’t ask more.

 

“We’re having pretty special guests at this camp this year and one of them will act in the play you’re starring in.”

“Oh, who is it?”

“It’s two boys from One Direction. Zayn Malik will be with you. Harry Styles will be with the singers. But what I want you to know that it’s absolutely forbidden to take pictures or record anything and post it on internet. You know we already have a strict policy about phones and computers but this year it will be even tougher. I’ll let you keep your phone since you can’t call home from the pay-phone. But if you do anything, you will regret it.” I knew she was serious with this.

“You can trust me, Mrs. Howard. I have nothing to win if I do anything against the boys. I’m not that kind of person.” I assured her. I got the key to my usual cabin and left the office.

Surrounding me was tons of kids and teenagers in all ages. Parents hugged their children and yelled good-bye when they ran off to say hi to their friends, old ones and new ones.