Shattered Reflections (One Direction FanFiction) COMPLETED

16-Zayn's Date

10:32 am. April 21, 2012

Zayn had finally come downstairs, but in something he cannot run in. He had his famous white V-neck tee and a black leather jacket on, not to forget his jeans. Freaking Jeans to run. But, I must say, he looked damn hot with those rectangular glasses, and his hair high up in a quiff. Like H-O-T hot.

I quickly snapped out it, and commented on his clothing,

"Not the best clothing to wear while running, but okay?" I say grabbing a water bottle, slipping into my shoes. But the boy grabbed my arm.

"We’re not running, psh... I never EVER run. Let's go write one of the songs you have to write okay?" he asked.

I am NEVER going to be able to maintain this body if I'm always writing. Fuck this.

"Sure, that works, I'm going to change real quickly." I say as I sprint up the stairs and into our room. I changed into a black cropped sweater, since it was like 50 outside. The sweater had also showed my belly button, which I thought made me look better, since my stomach is my best feature on my body.

And I haven't told anyone this, but, I really want a belly button piercing. Anyways, I changed into salmon colored shorts, and put my hair in a pony, surrounding it with a salmon colored ribbon.

I did some eyeliner, and did a couple layers of mascara. Once I checked myself, I grabbed my high top converse and headed down.

"Let's go, babe." Zayn had said, already holding my guitar in one hand and the other reaching for my hand.

"Hold on," I say, running to grab a cross-body bag, and showing one of my song books inside, along with my wristlet. I grab my phone, and head out to the elevator with the tall haired boy.

We made our way to the lobby, and I could already hear the screaming of the hundreds of girls standing outside.

"You weren't kidding when you said you were famous." I say, making the boy laugh. He handed me his black ray-bans, and I gladly put them on, as Zayn put on his other pair.

Hand-in-Hand, we walk out, along with the MANY security guards we had. And I could hear the girls' screaming Zayn's name. He turned to look at me, and I knew he wanted to say hi.

"Go ahead," I say nodding to the direction of a group of sluts, wearing short shorts and tank tops that aren't even covering their boobs.

"No, I want you to come with, you'll have fans soon, let's get you used to this." Zayn said, intertwining my fingers into his, and he handed the guitar to one of the security guards, the guard also asked,

"Would you like me to take your bag Olivia?" he asked. I looked up, since he was like 5'11 or something, and he was pretty good-looking; not to mention buff. Extremely buff.

"Uhhh- yea! Yup. My bag, here ya go.... “I say handing him my bag.

"..Ryan. My name's Ryan." he said winking and going away.

Feeling my cheeks get hotter, I turn around to Zayn to see him smirking.

"You have a crush!" he sung as we turned to the sluts I had seen before.

"Shut it, Malik." I say as the girls started squealing.

"Oh. My. Gosh. Hi Zayn! You are SO hot! I just love you SO much!" This Blonde Bimbo said, twirling her hair and chewing on what seemed like 10 packs of gum.

But without saying anything about it, Zayn had been concentrated in signing the multiple pictures the girls had handed to him.

"Who Are You?" The brunette asked with the most attitude one single girl could have.