(Hi readers! Sorry the first chapter was a bit stuffed up. I got really confused! Anyways! This is chapter two and I would like to dedicate it to my friend Elira, who was the first to read it!
Love Alix!)
Two years later.......
There is a pounding at my door. I glance at my clock, and groan. Seven thirty! Who tries to wake me up at seven freaking thirty? Oh right! Zayn does!
"Go away!" I yell, and cover my head with a pillow
"Not a chance!" Zayn yells back "open the door or I'm breaking it down!" Knowing Zayn, he probably will. With a moan, I roll-and I mean literally roll- out of bed and stumble to the door. I throw it open and come face to face with my best friend Zayn Malik.
"Mira!" He shrieks girlishly, picking me up in a big bear hug "happy birthday!" What?
"Oh shit!" I say "I totally forgot about that!"
"Forgot your eighteenth birthday?" Zayn asks "get real!"
"I'm serious!" I complain "no one told me!"
"That's because it's a surprise!" Zayn laughs, and hands me a small, wrapped box
"Zayn!" I say, punching him in the shoulder "I told you not to buy me anything!"
"I didn't spend a cent!" He assures me "I made it myself!"
"No!" I say sarcastically "THE Zayn Malik? Doing some work? Pinch me!"
"Hardy hardy har! You're soooo funny!"
"I know!" I say, and unwrap the gift. Underneath the paper is a jewellery box. My fingers find the latch, and I pop it open. Nestled inside, is a grass woven bracelet. On it hangs a single charm. A heart.
"Oh Zayn!" I whisper "it's perfect!" I reach up-I have to go into my tiptoes because I am so short- and hug him. He hugs me back, then pulls away
"If you don't want to go outside looking like that, you'd better go change!"k
"Oooooh!" I perk up "where are we going?"
"Duh! Surprise, remember?" Zayn says "you suck at this Mira, you really do!" I give him the finger and close the door. I begin to hunt around for something to wear, which is hard since I don't know where I'm going. I settle for a pair of light blue denim shorts, and a short flowing shirt patterned with flowers. I slip on Zayn's charm bracelet and brush my hair. I inspect myself in the mirror. I'm pretty ordinary, I guess. Not that pretty, but not crash bang ugly. My hair is okay. It's brown and shiny, and falls to my hips. My eyes are green, I'm short. I'm just saying that if you passed me in the street you wouldn't look twice.
"Hurry up Mira!" Zayn complains from the other side of the door "why do you always take so long?"
"You can talk!" I shout back "you spent half an hour doing your hair once!" I can't make out his grumbled reply.
When I finally emerge from my room, Zayn is pacing.
"About time!" He says "I was beginning to think you'd died in there!"
"Relax! It's called being woken up at seven thirty and being told its your birthday!"
"Touchy!" Zayn teases, as we walk out the door towards his car
"So now will you tell me where we're going?"
"Nope!" He says, laughing, and I sigh
Meet my best friend Zayn Malik........
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