It All Started with a Tweet [Zayn Malik]

01: The Thunderstorm

HELLO! Just a quick note that If you're from my school please DON'T read this. I don't like people I know reading my stories anymore.

Anyway, I came up with this hours ago and I just wrote and wrote and I'm already in love with the characters but I don't have the whole plot worked out and I want to gt that done before the next chapter, so the next update might be a while from now.

Enjoy!

(9/1/14: this story isn't too serious and is just a bit of fun okay)

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 Chapter 1

 

It all started on a Thursday, while I was having my usual internet browsing session on my laptop. The final school bell had only rung minutes ago, and I was already in the safety of my own room. One of the many advantages of living next door to my high school. But there are also a few disadvantages. A) The noise. Especially when I'm cosy in bed with a cold or fever and I'm craving rest, but over the fence there's a zoo. B) The embarrassment. Who wouldn't go red if their daggy underwear was hanging on the clothesline, on display for all to see? And C) the Privacy! It's so damn inconvenient that my bedroom window is facing the school grounds. On days when I forget to close my blinds, my pink floral wallpaper and collection of stuffed toys scream 'Look at me! Look at me! Look how immature Avalon is!’ Let's just say that I'm the type of person that doesn't like letting thinks go. The image of my bear 'Fifi' in the landfill would give me nightmares for weeks!  

                 Growing up in Leeds isn't as glamorous as I'd like. I've always wanted to move to Brighton or somewhere near there. That’s why one of my internet tabs open is google maps, displaying pictures of the nice houses. Sad. I know. The other one is twitter, a.k.a the place where I DM my best friends Lani and Kate and constantly fangirl over Zayn Malik, the sexiest boy alive. I sometimes kick myself, since Zayn grew up in Bradford which is literally minutes away from Leeds. I could've driven over there and made a move. Well, he is two years older than me, but I'm turning eighteen in two months, closing our gap to one year apart. He and his band One Direction did a signing in Bradford about a year ago. I begged my mum to let me go with Kate and Lani but I had to attend my uncle Steve's fifth wedding. Steve and Michelle split up last month, and I'm not going to lie, it makes me a little angry.

                 I scrolled up and down my twitter feed, urgently clicking whenever 'One new tweet' popped up at the top of the screen, in case Zayn tweeted something. I love his deep quotes and the little 'x's he puts at the end of his tweets. Nothing new came for ten minutes, so I decided to log out. Before I did I made a quick visit to Zayn's profile. There were still no new tweets (I wasn't expecting one). His last tweet was five days ago. I know Zayn isn't very active on twitter, but he usually updates between five days. He must be busy.

                 Crack!

                 A boom of thunder drew my eyes away from the computer screen and out to my window. There was a storm going on alright. A big storm. I must've dodged it by a few minutes. I narrowed my eyes, trying to ignore the fog that was clouding my vision, and stared at the lush green field over the fence. Standing there were two figures, sharing a black umbrella between them. I recognised Kate's black hair and Lani's vibrant amber locks.

                "Avalon!" Kate called

                 It was hard to hear through the sound of heavy rain pelting the ground, but I knew they were after my attention when I saw Lani's arms rise in the air as if she was calling a lifeguard to save her from drowning. I could see that their black blazers were already drenched and their bags were flooded.