Tatoos and scars #Z.M fanfiction

2 Summerlove☀

"Can't believe you're packing your bags, trying so hard not to cry. Had the best time & now its the worst time, but we have to say goodbye" -Summer love

∆Diana Frost∆

Grasping a pink leather notebook my dad gave me for my birthday on my left hand then on my right I kept myself busy typing the continuation of the story. Walking with my high heels clacking on the hallway, my eyes glued to my phone.

"Ting!" Crap. The sound of the elevator scared the shit out of me, making me wake up from the words I was continuosly shooting.

Oh the smell of Summer! I was a bit giddy at the moment.

I made my way out the hotel here in London. Having a vacation for myself from the stress I was having way back home.

"Can you please take me to any coffeeshops here?" my Asian accent was probably obvious. The driver nodded & I sat at the back again with my eyes concentrating on the phone.

I felt the taxi stopped. "Love, I'm gonna be back for a jeepney" I gave him a nod without even looking. Then suddenly I heard some faint screams somewhere, I shrugged it off.

The driver was back less than a minute, He quickly turned the engine on and drove a bit more fierce than the last time. "Guess somebody's in a hurry," I mumbled to myself.

It felt hours sitting in this car. I was craving for some caffeine. Right. Now.

"SHIT." the driver cursed. That deep british accent made me shiver,in a good way. That voice. Very familiar..

"Excuse me?" I asked calmly, I was polite to every human being as I could be. Then I removed my eyes from the phone, looked over the window, hoping I was already at a coffeeshop, But No. The car was parked at the front gate of some expensive mansion.

I was supposed to scream out my frustration at the driver until I realized who he is.

"Double Shit," I cursed back through gritted teeth.

He was startled by my presence. Detached his eyes from the front mirror. Not seeing my reflection anymore, now he was facing me.

"Triple Shit" That was a nice comeback from a superstar. Yeah, we really need to learn more about numbers. So, yeah.

∆Zayn Malik∆

She stood frozen. What on earth is she doing inside this car? She wasn't shocked nor happy, Her angry caramel eyes pierced into mine. I just stared back, waiting her to hug me to death, throw herself at me or maybe pass out. Don't blame me, it always happen in a life of a famous person.

I laughed. Recalling the thought of she "Double shitted" me was quite different from the other girls I first met.

"What are you laughing at?" she scowled at me thinking I was crazy.

I raised one of my eyebrows by her sudden intimidation towards me. She should be freaking out by now, but she isn't.

Interesting.

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After few phrases of rejection from her I finally convinced her to come inside the house. I saw the hesitation on her face but she gave in. She looks all over the place. She seems to like my parents house from the cozy design yet it was still fancy.

"Hey hey hey don't ya look at those pictures" she ignored me and kept looking at my baby pictures then to my highschool days before I was a singer.

Unexpectedly she took out a phone from her pocket.

"Nooooo." I yelled, maybe I screamed. I wasnt the kind of person who would be showy of throwback pictures.

"Its not against the law to take pictures and sell it to some screaming teenage girls, Isn't it?" she smirked and she gazed at the hand placing over her hand, which was mine. She instantly took it off. I was supposed to stop her from taking pictures, to my dismay she wasnt. But she just looked at the time.

"Whatever. Can I go home now?" She said impatiently. I frowned at her bored tone.

"Want some coffee?" I asked, almost a whisper. In a split second her face lit up and I rushed over to the kitchen and came back with two mugs of coffee for the two of us.

"This tastes frickin good!" she sipped again. "Now I've tasted London coffee" she said cheekily.

So haven't you taste a London kiss?

"What?" she narrowed her eyes on me. Fuck have I said my thoughts out loud?

"What happened to the taxi driver? He completely vanished and was replaced by a famous guy like you," changing the topic, Her eyes filled with curiousity and she kept pulling back her black baby hair in place every thirty seconds.

Thanks. Now you appreciate my Stardom. "Well I was walking at the streets of London by myself and I hate it when being popular ruins all the fun." I said bluntly.

"So you end up running like a damn lunatic & by chance found a taxi to escape those fans?"

"Kinda," Bit my lip and chuckled.

Ok. So Im lying. Well, we were playing hide and seek with the guys but my fake mustache fell off & then some witty person recognized my face. Ran for my life and spotted an open taxi.

Ahh Good times. Good times.