A once in a life time opportunity (One Direction fanfic)

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HI!!

Sorry I haven't up loaded in a AGES!! It's just I lost my Internet connection so I couldn't upload anything :L

But I tried to make it longer than usual to make up for it.

Hope you enjoy.

Some juicy Harry bits for my best friend in the whole wide word

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Thanks love you

Sara xox

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Frankie's P.O.V

I woke up to comfort of my new bed. My eyes slowly adjusting to the bright light seeping through my window. I fluttered my eyes a couple of times before rolling over and looking at the time: 7:48. Wow. That's early. I berried my head into the pillow and shut my eyes once again, hoping for a couple more hours sleep.

What felt like hours later I was still awake so I decided to get up.

I flung the covers back and got out of bed. It was surprisingly warm. I was wearing my Pyjama shorts and a black vest top.

I shuffled out the doer and through the living room, into the kitchen.

'Jesus,' a deep husky voice said from the kitchen table,' scared the life out of my for a minuet there Franks,' Zayn continued, holding a hand to his heart.

'Oh sorry love, forgot you were here,' I replied sheepishly.

He was sitting at the kitchen table sipping on a warm mug of tea. He was shirtless, with a pair of boxers hanging round his waist.

He abs stared at me. Perfectly toned muscles covered his body. I could see his tattoos as well. Don't get me wrong I love Zayn but I don't like the tattoos. I mean the first couple where okay but now he was covering himself in them. I didn't want him to ruin his body.

But I have to say seeing them like this more often and I'm sure I could get over them.

I suddenly became aware that I had been staring at him for some while. My eyes shot up.

He could tell I was slightly embarrassed because he continued the previous conversation.

'Yeah about that, thanks for letting me stay here ,'

'Oh no problem, you were already flat out when the other boys left so we thought it would be easier to just let you sleep,' I filled him in, still blushing slightly.

'Yeah sorry about that I'm a bit of a deep sleeper, and I'm always exhausted after the shows,'

'Honestly Zayn, it was not a problem,' I smiled up at him, sitting on my stool.

He returned the smile getting up to make another cup of tea, 'You want one?' he asked graciously.

'Yes please, 3 sugars, thanks,'

'You don't need all that sugar! Your already sweet enuf, ' he winked, boiling the kettle than leaning against the counter.

'Wow, cheesy Zyan,' I smirked at him.

'Well, what can I say? You know me,' he held his hands up in defence.

I laughed.

'So, did you enjoy last night?' he said folding his arms across his chest.

'Yeah it was amazing! Or should I say amazayn ay ay?' I said raising my eyebrows and pulling out 'the gun fingers'

'Now who's being cheesy?'