Zayn Malik – Christmas Theme – One Shot
I looked around the large crowd with a bright smile, Louis arm draped over my shoulder as he smiled out at the crowd before him also. It was December 23rd today, just two days before Christmas and the spirit here in London was very high.
Me and the lads thanked the crowd and sent them one last wave before wishing them a great Christmas and a safe journey home before exiting off the stage.
Today’s concert was definitely one we would all remember.
We didn’t actually know what to expect today, seeing as it was so close to Christmas and don’t forget on a very short notice, we didn’t know if the concert would sell out, but it did. The crowd was amazing and it wasn’t just a normal concert, me and the guys also covered some old Christmas songs in order to bring up the spirit, it definitely worked.
‘That was great lads. Paul is waiting for you out back.’ A voice called out.
I slipped myself into the car and took a seat next to Niall, I admit that was probably not the best decision as he was still bouncing from the concert and on top of that, he had gone nearly three hours without food and if you know Niall, you know that won’t do.
Niall leant between the two seats at the front of the car where Paul was driving and Liam was in the passenger seat, Niall began prodding at Liam’s arm and I couldn’t help but smirk as I seen Liam’s jaw clench.
“What is it, Niall?” Liam asked through slightly gritted teeth as he put his phone down into his lap knowing he wouldn’t be able to concentrate until Niall got what he wanted.
“Can we go get food?” Niall asked with a hopeful grin.
Liam rolled his eyes as he turned his head to face Niall. “Why are you asking me?”
Niall opened his mouth but then shut it soon after, he turned his head from Liam to Paul.
“Paul...” Niall dragged out.
The boys had headed to McDonalds but seeing as I weren’t hungry but was freezing, I decided to go to Starbucks which was just across the road from where Paul had parked the car.
I pulled my black coat further around my body as I tilted my head into the grey scarf wrapped around my neck in hopes of keeping me a little warmer.
Starbucks was empty a part from me, the workers and the girl who was stood before me ordering, I heard a giggle escape her lips as she nodded at the cashier and moved towards the end of the counter to collect her drink, in which I heard her order a ‘White Café Mocha, with cream,’. I ordered my drink and paid but with my eyes locked on the brunette who was now walking to a table. I collected my drink with a ‘Thank You’ before heading over towards the girl.
She was sat alone in a booth for four; it would have looked lonely if it wasn’t for all of the paper and other cups of Starbucks which had been pushed aside. There was lots of paper, the paper being brown and it looked old, it reminded me of the old-fashioned ‘treasure maps’ you would see on TV where the paper was always scrolled and crumpled.
The girl placed down her drink and picked up a black inked pen and began to right in what I could see was calligraphy writing, there was a large stack to the right side of her which I’m guessing was the completed work for whatever she was doing and then there were about ten other pieces slightly scattered over the table.
I raised a slight eyebrow as I scanned over the area once again, what would a teenage girl be doing at nearly 11 o’clock in the night, alone in Starbucks whilst writing out god knows what and god knows how many things and also as she got high of White Café Mocha’s.
