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 )))
Girls like me don't get boys like him. Especially when that boy's name is Niall Horan. I'm just a girl from an average town in Wisconsin who came to London to visit my old best friend. Never would I have expected to meet my celebrity crush while I was here. The boy I have been idolizing him and his other band members forever now. But the biggest shocker that I never would have thought in a million years was that we would end up falling for each other. Sounds like a fairytale, doesn't it? But I'm only in London for 4 weeks, what's going to happen when I have to go back across the ocean? Is this just a summer fling before i go to college or is this the real deal? Will we survive the struggles we face or come crashing down like most summer lovers do? What happens when I find Love In London?