She's The One - One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 1 - Jessica

I shook the last of the raindrops from my umbrella sighing. Rain. It wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world. Especially when it decides to suddenly downpour and you're left fumbling in your bag for an umbrella while your eye make-up simply runs off your face. I turn and place my black and pink umbrella into the rack at the door of the small jewellery shop. I stumble over the mat and find a mirror, gasping as I see my reflection.
        My jet black hair that was actually behaving this morning is lying around my shoulders, dripping. Small ringlets beginning to form where it's started to dry. My make-up is mostly gone, eye-liner and mascara lies underneath my clear blue eyes. I sigh in frustration and use the pad of my index finger to clean away the worst of the panda spots. The hair is another matter so I grab a hair tie from my wrist and throw it into a messy bun, curls spilling down and framing my face.
         I sigh in defeat and start browsing the store. A new necklace, that's what I want. I know this store like the back of my hand. It's so small anyone would really but, I come here so often that the manager, Nikki, offers me a job every time I walk in. I'm too focused on my music right now though, I love playing my saxophone. Some artsy old guy from the University of London is interested in seeing me, hopefully that'll be my big break.
              I round the corner, behind which is the cash machine. I usually have a little chat with Nikki. I look up when I near it...and stop. There, standing at the register, with money in hand is the most gorgeous guy I have ever seen. He's tall, maybe 6ft 5" at my best guess which is always good seeing as I'm more or less 6ft myself. He has carefully styled dark brown -almost black- hair and clear, tanned skin. He appears to be South Eastern at first glance, but he's slightly paler.
              Without warning, he turns away from the counter, only to see me gawking and stop in his tracks. I realise belatedly my mouth is ajar, and fumble around in my brain for how to close it, blushing beetroot red in the process. His dark eyes are sparkling and something in my brain tugs at me, he seems familiar but I can't place where I've seen him before. He grins, "Hello there." He says. His voice is deep and rich and I immediately want to hear him say more.
              "Hi!" I reply a shade too quickly. I blush again, making his grin bigger. "So what's your name gorgeous?" He asks, extending a tanned hand. I feel faint. He just called me gorgeous. "Er....Jess. I mean, Jessica but some people call me Jess." I blurt. I take a deep breath and grasp his hand giving it a firm shake while marvelling at the electric feeling. I can't help but glance down just to make sure sparks aren't really flying from our hands.
                Nothing. Just two hands shaking. Although, they look strangely perfect together. I look up from beneath my eyelashes and see him looking down just the same, marvelling at our hands. He must have felt the sparks too. "So," I begin, causing him to snap up and blush ever so slightly. "What's your name handsome?" I ask with a wink. I can flirt too. He seems to have missed it, looking at me strangely as if something should be obvious. I can feel my expression changing from a teasing smirk to one of confusion.
                Suddenly, my brain snaps into proper focus. His face is familiar. Of course it's freakin' familiar! That's Zayn Malik! My brain is screaming at me. I blush and he realises the look of recognition. "That's right sweetheart." He chuckles, nodding. I shake my head, feeling slightly annoyed with myself. He's One Direction's 'potential bad boy' the player, the flirt. How could I have been so dumb as to think he actually meant what he said when he called me 'Beautiful'. A sour expression makes its way onto my face.
              "I'm Zayn, I'm in One Direction. Though, you might already know that sweetheart." He winks at me again. I pull out of the handshake that's been going on for far too long now. "I know who you are Zayn," I begin, smiling sweetly. "I also know that you're considered the player, the bad boy, the heart breaker. So don't try any of that chat up stuff on me again okay? I am not about to have my heart broken....okay?" With that said I turn and briskly walk back through the shop, grabbing my umbrella and pushing my way out into the cold English air, shaking my head and muttering to myself, telling myself that my heart should not start beating erratically over a silly, vain boy.
               I fumble in my coat pocket for my phone, the sky is darker but I'm not sure of the time. I ransack each pocket before moving on to my bag. Nothing. After standing for what seems like hours, realisation dawns on me. That jerk. I sigh irritably and march back to the jewellery shop. Leaning against the door, smirking is the infuriatingly gorgeous, Zayn Malik. "Hey sweetheart," He grins. "I knew you'd come back eventually, they always come back." From his tone I can tell he's teasing, but I still believe there is some truth to those words.
             "Stealing a girl's phone is a seriously lame way of getting her attention you know." I tell him, trying hard not to look into his gorgeous eyes because if I do, then I might just melt on the spot. "Now, if you don't mind? I kind of want to get home before it gets too dark to see anything." I allow myself one glance at his face and those eyes. Feeling my heart rate increase dramatically, I curse myself for feeling like this over one of the most famous boys in Britain.
              "Sure, you can have it back," He shrugs. "On one condition." I narrow my eyes suspiciously. "What do you want?" Hoping he's not actually crazy or something and demands me to get drugs, or alcohol or- He interrupts my thoughts. "Give me a chance." Is all he says. His eyes are pleading, honest. "I'm not really a player or anything. I've been out with girls sure but....I'm not what you called me. I'm not a heart-breaker. I know we met like an hour ago but still, not even you can deny that when we shook hands, you felt something." I blush at the memory. "Zayn..." I sigh. This is a bad idea. Getting closer to him? What if he does break my heart? I already feel strongly connected to him, which although I hate myself for, I'm also thrilled.
                  "Please, just hear me out," He continues. "I'm not asking you out....not yet. I barely know you, but I want to be friends.....I'd like to get to know the real you Jess." And in that instant, my heart melts. It's beating hard for a teenage boy that I met just an hour ago. I can't stop it though. It's made up its mind...and I've made up mine. I don't care anymore. What is it my Mum's always telling me? Live a little. Sometimes I can be way too serious. Okay mum, I'll live a little.
                   "Fine." I tell him, any traces of resistance melting along with my heart. "I'll give you a chance Zayn. I'm not a huge bitch. I'm just wary." I smile at him. He grins back before pulling something out of his pocket. My phone. I take it from him and grin again. "Thanks."
                   "Anytime sweetheart. But, one last thing." He says. "Come have dinner with me?" A shock goes up my spine. Did he really just ask me to dinner? Wow. "Okay..." I barely more than whisper.
                      Zayn grins again, showing perfectly white teeth. He gestures for me to follow him as he slowly walks away, moving towards a shiny black BMW. "Come on then, your carriage awaits Madame..."

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Okay guys! This is a brand new story, it's a One Direction Fan Fiction and I'm not too sure how to continue on from here. The whole book is NOT going to be about Zayn and Jessica so I need to know what you'd like me to do. Switch P.O.V's? Or continue with Jess and Zayn for another while?? I need some feedback okay so go on.....comment! I know you know that I know that you know you want to ;D <3

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