The Taj Mahal Hotel (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2- Unreal

Amina's POV

Yeah yeah whatever, I thought to myself, signing the gazzilionth cutsomer's hotel room request form, not bothering to check the details beofre doing so.

My head drooping from the humidity and tiredness of my long shift, I waited impatiently for the next customer in line.

"Hey! My mates and I have requested a room for five; here is the booking receipt." Came a seemingly nervous voice. Except this "nervous" person was definitely NOT Indian. In fact, it was a tauntingly familiar voice heard on all the 1D interviews that I had watched since my obssession... SAY WHAT?!

My head immediately swooped up and there he was- Zayn Malik! He had an anxious smile on his face. Was I dreaming?! I literally pinched myself in front of "Zayn Malik" , not caring if I made a fool of myself. The worst was confirmed- I wasn't dreaming! Omigod!

I must have stared at him for a good, long 20 minutes or so, because he then started to blush, and muttered something along the lines of " Oh, I'm sorry...I don't really know Hindi... Um, here- the receipt..." He pointed to the receipt as he handed it to me.

I tried to muster up courage to say something to him. Anything at all would have made this less awkward. Taking a big breath, internally, I asked him, "Are.. are you Zayn Malik?" God, I felt so stupid asking him that, but I just needed to be 100% sure.

Zayn's POV

Oh. My. God. She knew my name! And she spoke English in a perfect British accent. Could this even be happening?!

After an awkward silence, I managed the words, "Yes.. Um, you follow One Direction?" Urgh Zayn! What are you doing?! That's the worst question to ask someone you just met!

I could feel the customer behind me in line, shifting impatiently close behind. I had to make this conversation end soon, but in a memorable way, so she wouldn't just take me for granted.

"Well yes.. I mean no.. Well yeah, I guess.. You guys make some fine music, I must say. But really? Why India?"

"Bonding vacation. Listen, I think the queue's piling up now. Don't want to make this job harder for you than it already seems. Coffee later?"

Amina's POV

Say what?! Not only had I just met the one and only Zayn Malik face to face, but he was asking me out for coffee?! How did I respond without seeming desperate? Ah, the dilemma of it all.

"Um, yeah...sure! We could arrange that... How about the coffee shop opposite this very Hotel?" I asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

"Sure thing! I'd like to rest for a bit... so does 8 in the evening sound good?"

"That should be fine. Here are the keys to your room. Where are the others?" I asked handing the room keys to him. My hands shook nervously as I did so. Stop this, Amina I thought to myself helplessly.

"Uh what? Mm yeah, the boys... they're just waiting over there." He replied, gesturing to the side entrance of the hotel. Was that an anxious smile I saw, flitter across his face?

"Um ok, I'll see you at 8 then!" I answered, mustering up a confident smile.

He nodded and smiled at me with those perfect, straight, white teeth of his. Why did he have to be so perfect?

Only when he left, did the reality of what had just happened, unveiled in my head: Zayn. Zayn Malik had asked me out for a coffee. Casually. Just like that. He was from the one and only One Direction. Did he even know what strength it took me not to fangirl over him as soon as I saw him?! What was he- no what was One Direction doing here in Mumbai, India?!