I started it days ago and was to lazy to finish it :"P Hope you all like it!
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Tessa's P.O.V:
Waking up to the horrible sound of my alarm, my eyes fluttered open. The dreadful, reverbrerating resonance made me want to hurl it against the appointed wall but, remembering that it was my phone, I didn't. I got up and went towards my bathroom to freshen. I first washed my face and then brushed my teeth. I got dressed in a plaid, colar shirt with a fleece jacket over it and cropped denim jeans with gladiators. Today was the concert and I had a flight next mroning. Even thinking about it killed me inside, but I had to get over it. Zayn didn't love me and if I stayed there one more bit, I won't be able to stand it. I just wanted to leave before I would do something to myself. I started making some documents dad said to. After I was done I went outside, it was 10:00 am. We had to leave in half an hour. The boys would practice once and then they'll get ready for the show which was at 7:00 pm and would last for three hours. We all had breakfast and then left.
We reached the arena around 10:45 am. As soon as we entered the place, the boys started messing around. They would throw water at each other and run around when the guards would stop them. I was reading out some papers dad had given me. Zayn had an egg in his hand and meant to throw it at Louis but he ducked and it came crashing on me. Zayn's face was priceless, his hands were on his agape mouth.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled. I just nodded and took a look at the mess I was. The egg yolk was on my hair and my clothes as well as on the papers. I goraned after entering the dresseig room. I washed up myself and sat down on a chair, continuing reading. I could hear voices from outside. I heard someone shout and I went outside to see if everything was fine. Opening the door, I saw a wet Harry running after Niall with ice in his hands. ( Had to put a Narry moment :'D ) Jerks. I shook my, laughing. I went out the room and went into other room, which happened to be a kitchen.
"Who knew they had a kitchen in here?" I laughed.
"The boys can get hungry pretty easy." She joked, making me laugh harder.
"Shouldn't they be rehearseling?" I asked looking out the window watching Niall run after Harry with a straightener. (Don't even judge me, Narry is love.) I laughed at them.
"How do live with them?" I questioned, chuckling. Sarah answered by just laughing.
Time flew by, the boys had finally agreed to practice, this even sounded impossible. The boys were in the dressing room, me amused looking at them.
"Stop it!" Zayn whinned when Lou applied some kind of mouse in his hair.
"C'mon....a little more." Lou pleased.
"Nah-uh. I like my hair the way it is." Zayn protested. I tried to hold in the laugh when Lou applied it forcefully. The face Zayn made was priceless. But then again, he didn't care what I thought of. He was way to busy with his life. That wasn't what teared me apart what really did was that even if he wasn't he still wouldn't care about me.
When all was said and done, the boys went out the dresing room towards the kitchen room. They were a bit early and had time till the concert started, so they thought of having a snack. Eventually the snack turned into a whole big meal. When it was time the boys stood up, Lou did the last touches and the boys went towards the stage. My eyes were on Zayn the whole time. I watched his every move, heard his every word and just starred at him as he made his way to the stage.
I drifted out of my thoughts when dad called my name.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Wana watch?" He grinned. I grinned back as a sign of yes.
I ran in his direction and got out the door. I stood there, accompanied by other people of the crew. There was a little space between us and the stage, so we could see the boys faces perfectly.
A familiar tune started playing as the boys settled down and started singing. Just as it began my eyes met Zayn's.
Zayn's P.O.V:
There I saw her, standing. All innocent. But that was who she was. Find this cliche, but when I look in her eyes, I feel something. It's like something is there, something I can't tell or explain to anyone. Oh who am I kidding? Just being in the same room with her gives me these feels. All of you might be wondering what type of feels, but the funny thing is, even I don't know what type of feels they are. I sound like a dumb-founded, lost child. I somehow am lost, lost in something. Lost in-
Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
But bare this in mind it was meant to be I sang not taking my gaze off of her.
And I'm joining up the jots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
Lost. Lost in love.
A/N: OMG! OMG! OMG! I HAD BEEN WAITING FOR THIS CHAPTER FOR A LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG TIME. Understand how long I've been waiting? LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG- ANYWHO! Hope you all liked it as much as I did. Look at me, liking my own story. But it's just so awesome ;) Haha. Kidding. But I seriously had been waiting to write this chapter, best one I've written till now.
Sooo a good news and a bad news. The good news is that I'll be updating soon because I don't know. I want to finish it before my exams. And the bad news is that this willl finish before my exams :") :"( It's going to be the first story I'll finish! I can feel the tears coming in my eyes.
So if you want me to wipe them away then;
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(I couldn't think of anything else, this song has been on my mind since idk when.)
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Till next time,
Dj. (I started to hate the name Rebecca. I'll be writing Dj from now on and I'll edit it on every single chapter)
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Complicated // ZM
FanfictionMeeting you was fate Becoming your friend was a choice But falling in love with you was beyond my control. "Single or taken?" "It's Complicated."
