Miserable Life Without Zayn Malik (islamic fanfiction)
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The Dj play soft music and everyone around us were dancing slowly .. and i were dancing too.. i lost my mind for a while.. thinking about every single word that Zayn tell me the other night.. damn.. the words still stuck in my mind and refuse to go.. n thn i hear someone calling my name.. but i dont want to look.. my mind still on Zayn's word.. and suddenly i felt someone hold my chin n push it so i can see the person.. OMG ..WHAT AM I DOING??? I'm dancing with JUSTIN BIEBER... with his hand on my waist and we were standing really close..i start to breath heavily and i could'nt speak a word.. Before i could speak anything he shushh me with placing his finger on my lip and lead me to a room next to the rest room...
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