Just another girl who spent her teenage years obsessing over a boy band namely One Direction, using her grey eyes to admire the perfect boys, especially to the one who left her breathless, Zayn Malik. I would do everything just to get recognized by the boys, but I doubt having a chance due to the perfectly shaped models, dazzling dancers, outrageous singers, beautiful celebrities, and many other gorgeous young ladies surrounding them. While me? I'm just a normal teenage girl, full of imperfections, who wakes up every morning to fangirl over the five singing idiots. My name? Zarah. Zarah Havelock. But maybe certain things will change, because things come when you least expect them. (( wrote this when i still had that carroty vibe, so forgive me )) ((( and also, i'm not gonna edit this story because i'm lazy mehe )))
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