Not the only one. (1D FANFIC) Book One.

ONE DOWN!

A/N:
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Diana's POV
I woke up in my mom's room and tiptoed out, and went into my room. I pulled out my cheetah suitcase and ran down the steps. I walked out to a white limousine. I jumped in and fiddled with my hair between my fingers. We arrived at the airport and I sat in a mocha brown chair. "Flight for Chicago, now boarding." The P.A said. I sighed, blowing a strand of hair, and picked up my suitcases. I got onto the walk-in, scared as I noticed it was just above the concrete. I shook it off and look around as I shifted into my seat in back of a brunette-haired lady. She gave me a dirty look as I walked pass her. I gave her the impression I was badass due to the fact I had ombré purple hair and nose piercings. I rolled my eyes and plugged in my earphones, listening to Taylor Swift's "Blank Space." I fell asleep to the opening notes of "Little Things."

I woke up to the attendant's voice. "We are now landing in the beautiful CHICAGO!" She boomed. Everybody groaned, bothered for being addressed after such a long flight. I tucked my hair behind my ear and got up to get my two suitcases. I rolled the suitcases out to be addressed by the boys manager. "Hey..." I said, scrawny. "Hey Di! Let's go get you settled."

After we got to the hotel, I registered in my name for my card key and took the elevator. I walked in to a stunning sight. "Oh..." I said, astounded. A full kitchen and bathroom, a king sized bed and a beautiful balcony. I sat down my suitcases and my guitar case. I was surprised by the knock on my door and the person who knocked. "Hey, can we talk?" Zayn said, his arm leaning against my door frame. I put on a questioning look. "What do you want?" I said. "Can we talk?" He said, confusing me. "Sure, mr. I'm the good one." I laughed, opening the door fully. He walked in and took a seat on my patent leather couch. "You know I don't really care if you all like me," I said. "Well, it's not that we don't like you its that were still adjusting." Zayn stuttered. "Heh, right." I said, sarcasm sitting in my voice. He inched closer to me. "I do like you though." He said, lifting up his hand to touch my hair. "Listen, Za----" I stopped as his hand rested on my face. "You know it's an honor but please. We've been friends for roughly 5 minutes." I said, pushing him away. "You know? I did start off wrong." He said, smirking. "Would you like to go to dinner?" He said, taking full advantage of his British voice. I laughed, gradually bowing.

I picked out a "99"black and white H&M shirt and black high wasted shorts. There was a knock at my door and I squealed with joy. "Call you back, Imo." I said, hanging up the phone. "Hey Zayn!" I said, my face brightening. "Hey ,beautiful." He said, admiring me. We walked out. I caught Niall staring at me. "Hey Diana!" Niall said. He pulled me to the side. "I just wanted to congratulate you. Here....." He said, smirking. I took a dark blue leather box and opened it. "Oh wow! That's diamond!" I said as I admired the necklace. I put it around my neck. I kissed Niall on his cheek, leaving him with dark purple there. We rode the elevator down and got into the white limousine.

We arrived at the restaurant, hopping out. I walked in, gushing at the white lace tablecloths. "Like it?" Zayn said, noticing my surprised look. I blushed profusely and smiled. "Listen, I know you're nervous." He laughed, taking my hand. I straightened my shirt. I looked around, trying to mess up his focus from my eyes. "What's wrong?" Sympathy quivering in his voice. "Nothing, it's just that........." I paused. I trusted no one. After what my dad had done I'd love no one. "I think I should go......" I said, tears building up in my eyes. "We just got here," he said. "I know, but I'm not feeling too good." I lied. "I should go to bathroom." I lied again. I got up from the table and walked into the bathroom, pulling my pack of cigarettes out. I spotted a window, big enough for me to fit in. I squeezed through, surprised to be on the roof. I took out my lighter and stuck the cigarette in my mouth. Tears found their way out my eyes and I bawled soon, wishing I would've said no. After 10 minutes of crying, I swallowed my pride, giving myself a pep talk as I crawled back into the bathroom.

I got back to the table and I smiled a real smile. "Hey Zayn!" I said energetically. He smiled. I saw my chicken Parmesan on the table and rubbed my hands together. I picked up my knife and cut it up. I had an eating disorder, so I cut things up to make it seem like I ate slowly. He laughed. I giggled, eating piece by piece.

We finished our dinner. He asked me for dessert but I had denied. We arrived at home and I showed a sign of relief. I walked through the revolving doors, laughing as Zayn got stuck. We rode up to our floor and he walked me to my room. "I had a great time tonight." I said, smiling cheeky. His hands leaned on my face once again, but I didn't deny. His lips touched my lips and I fell deeper into his lovely aroma. He pushed me up against my door, him still kissing me. I opened the door to my room, pulling him as I stripped my shirt off, revealing a strapless bra. His tender hands laid on my chest, getting me turned on. I caught up, lifting his shirt off, admiring his tanned body. We began from there. And I would tell you but girls don't fuck and tell.