Give Me Love (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter Five - Hurt

Jesse’s perspective:

So there he was again in the audience. He looked pretty confused. He was probably wondering why everyone booed at me. It was all over within a few seconds and I stepped back again. Mr. Howard said something about treating someone the way you want to be treated yourself. I couldn’t care less. This was just so childish out of everyone.

I went back to my seat when everyone in my age-group was introduced. The last two groups were introduced and then Mr. Howard called the two celebrities up to the stage. Everyone in the audience freaked out and screamed as loud as they could. Jeez, it was just two simple humans, what’s the fuzz about?

“Omg, it’s One Direction!” Some chick yelled.

“I saw them before outside, they said hi to me!” Another said right beside me, causing her friend to squeal.

“We want you all to keep in mind that these two boys are just normal persons and would like to be treated as one. So please, you’ll get plenty of chances to talk to them, you don’t need to stalk them at this camp please. Also keep in mind that any rumours you’ve heard lately most possible isn’t true. Now, let’s listen to Zayn Malik and Harry Styles hold their own presentations. Zayn, do you want to begin?”

“Um, sure. Nobody told us that we were going to hold presentations but here it goes… I’m Zayn, 19 original from Bradford. Applied for X-Factor, joined a band and I had the best time ever since. Before I always liked to act in school and stuff and well this camp gives me a great opportunity to do it again. Lately I’ve learned more instruments, guitar in particularly, I really enjoy it. I hate people who don’t see the real me and treat me like I don’t have any feelings. Yes, I’m currently single but I think I like someone…”

“Okay, Zayn thanks for your pretty personal presentation of yourself. Harry, care to say something about yourself?” Mr. Howard said and gave Harry the microphone.

“Absolutely. I’m Harry Styles, 18 years old. Yeah, X-Factor and then One Direction. I like to cook. You know I live with Louis Tomlinson and he doesn’t make anything so I make sure we get all the nutrition we need. I’m single but looking I guess. Zayn, how about we tell them about the competition?” Harry asked and Zayn nodded as an answer since Harry was holding the microphone.

“Well, this fall a new show will appear on your TV’s. It’s called “Date with a celebrity”. Personally I think it’s a bit lame but they asked One Direction to join. Anyway it’s just a friendly date between two people. Since Zayn and I are here we thought we could choose someone from the camp to be with us on the date. Every girl in here is already entered in the competition but you’re free to resign if you’d like to do so. No one but the girl will now when the date will happen and it’s not until later this summer. It’s not our choice; we will simply pull a randomname each. That’s all for us. See you all later.” Harry said and he and Zayn walked off the stage.

Mr. Howard said a few last words before he let us go. I took my time getting out of there; I didn’t like to be stuck in big crowds, almost like I’m afraid of human contact. This could have been a good or a bad choice; it depends on how you see it. As I stood there waiting for everyone to clear of, Zayn came up to me and stopped me from trying to run away from him. Not once had I met him and not embarrassed myself in front of him.

“What was that Jesse? And you never told me you were from Sweden!” He said, looking at me with worrying eyes.

“Question number two – you never asked.”

“New question – why did you avoid question number one?”

“Just let me be, Zayn. It’s best for everyone if you just leave me alone.” I said even though I didn’t mean a word of it. It wasn’t best for everyone, not for me.