Hi guys, well this is like my first fan-fic, in fact it’s my first story ever... So please vote and comment- I’d love to know where to take this story as I don’t really want it to be one of the typical One Direction ones! Even if I get just one read- I’ll be over the moon! Literally! :D
*Zayn’s POV*
I walked down the street in ease: I wasn’t worried about anyone recognising me in this old disguise! Despite the fact I had pulled it off a hundred times before- a giant bomber jacket, a dark baseball hat, and huge sunglasses- I always say that this is definitely the best disguise Liam has ever come up with. Sure thing, it never fails to receive a few odd looks as to why I’m wearing such a thick jacket in the middle of the boiling hot Summer (Ok, so I’m exaggerating- since when was England sunny?) or dark sunglasses in the freezing cold (it really is cold all the time!), but I just think to myself- if those teenage girls could see me for who I really am, they would all be wearing huge jackets like this whatever the weather.
Don’t get me wrong- I love all our fans- had it not been for them, we wouldn’t be where we are today! But it makes a nice change to escape all the chaos, all the screaming, all the hands pulling at my hair, my arms being yanked around in all directions, and to be anyone but me- Zayn Malik.
I whistled softly as I strolled past several shops, barely glancing at any of them. When I came to the end of the street which was deserted, I quickly glanced around to see if anyone was looking, and I hastily crouched down to check my reflection in the nearest shop window. Whew! It’s unbearably hot today, which is unusual. I quickly pulled off my baseball cap and groaned. My hair was all messed up! It was just as bad as it always looks after I escape hoards of fans. Frantically, I tried to put it right, and I quickly stuffed my baseball cap on before anyone saw. I pulled a few funny faces at my reflection, sticking my tongue out and going all cross-eyed. I chuckled softly at myself, before standing up again.
As I stood up straight, trying to act normal by pretending to be interested in the dummies that stood naked in front of me, I looked up. I froze, my hand, which I had used to straighten my hair, halfway through going back into my pocket. A girl was standing in front of me- well she was behind the window, looking down at me with a weird, amused expression. When she saw that I had seen her, she rolled her eyes and continued to sort out the dummy. Shit. I was being watched all that time. How embarrassing!
I fleetingly looked up and down the street to see if anyone else had seen, and swiftly jogged to the door of the shop. Pushing it open, I stepped inside to be greeted with a very strong, feminine perfume smell. I pulled a face. Too strong for my liking.
I looked around, pretended to be interested in some of the girls jeans that were neatly placed on top of a nearby stand. Finally I saw her. The girl who had seen me. Did she know who I really am? That’s another brilliant disguise I can’t ever use again. Damn it.
I speedily walked over to her, tapping her on her shoulder. I don’t think she felt me; she had bright pink headphones plugged in and I could hear the music full blast. How does she not get deaf listening to music that loud? I cleared my throat and tapped her again.
“WHAT! For the last time, Andrew, I am on it!” She spun around angrily. I gasped. Standing in front of me was the most effortlessly beautiful girl I have ever seen! Her dark brown locks, chopped off just below the shoulders, were casually thrown into a messy bun. Her eyes were the shade of the deepest green-orange-hazel-blue: they were beautiful. I was momentarily frozen in my place. Damn- this girl is so hot!
She cleared her throat sheepishly, causing me to jump. “Oh, err-” I didn’t know what to say. Then I pulled myself together. “Um- did you see me just now?”
“Oh.” She sounded embarrassed. “Err- sorry, I wasn’t meant to stare? I mean, I don’t even know you. Don’t take me for one of those sluts! I don’t usually even give any guy a second glance! But you were like just there- pulling weird faces and ya’know...” She gave a shaky laugh. I smiled at how she was rambling on. It was cute.
“No, I just wanted to know if- well, you want an autograph then.” I sighed heavily, knowing that she was probably another fan girl. I reached for my pen from inside my jacket, and held out my hand expectantly. When my hand wasn’t greeted by paper, I looked up.
She was staring at me, her mouth open. “What! Why would I want your autograph! Um, you are just a random lad who probably just wants to get in my pants- well not happening bro!” With that, she walked off, her scruffy trainers making no noise. I gaped at her- doesn’t she know who I am?
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