~Zayn's Point of View~
The guys and I have been forever in this stupid tour bus. My instinct to smoke has now been provoked from all the stress that been going on, as we finally came to a stop of our five-star hotel I turned to Paul and asked, "Where can I go smoke?", Paul looked at me skeptically since he know what it can do to my voice and all that, but hey, I'm trying to quit, dont't judge me. Paul just point the an alley way. "Thanks." I responded and made my way out of the bus and into the alley behind the hotel. I pulle out a pack of cigarette's when a girl yelled at me all the way on the other side of the alley way.
"HEY!" she yelled. I just looked at her with a confused look on my face and she resonded, "Don't you read?" I just kept starig. "The sign idiot." She gestured towards a sign that said 'NO SMOKING' with the cigarette with a circle and a line through it but someone drew with sharpie on it so it looked like a pie.
"Sorry, I didn't know, do you know anywhere I can go?" I asked. She just walked toward me then looked at me sort of trying to figure me out. And then she responded.
"Follow me" she said as she turned around and whipped her hair in my face, pink hair to be exact. She swayed her hips as she walked and made walking in those 4 inch leather skipped heels look effortless. Damn. I also noticed a tatoo on the back of her shoulder, a butterfly. She was pretty much any guys wet dream with a slim figure, sparkling grey eyes. Damn. Again.
From just staring and following her like a lost puppy I finally noticed that we were in what looked like a loading zone. "We can smoke here, this is the only place surrounding the hotel that doesn't have a no smoking sign, and you won't get trampled by fans," We? She smoked? She knows about us?
"So you know who I am don't you?" I asked
"I know a lot of people." she answered blankly as she pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. "You wanna borrow my lighter for your?"
"Yeah, sure." I grabbed the lighter and lit my cig, then gave it back to her. "How do you know about this spot?"
"My dad owns all the St. Claire hotels, it's sort of the family buisness and all that, so I get to live in this," she responded while gesturing to the hotel. Well that explains it.
"So you like, have your own suite, and like, do whatever you want in the hotel?"
"Not exactly everything, I mean I love playing pranks on the staff and all that but, once in a while, throwing a cake at the Prime Minister isn't exactly great for the hotels record, so my dad makes my nanny, Mercedes, make sure I don't get into any more trouble."
"A nanny? Aren't you too big for one?" she really was.
"Well, my mom died on a cruise accident when I was about 2 months old, which to me in a way is horrible, I mean who would leave their 2 month old child with a nanny to go on a cruise, but that doesn't matter anyways, the point is, she's the closest thing to mother that I have, so I refuse to not have a nanny." she did have a reason for that, and really what mom does that?
"Well I stand corrected, and with all this talk about you I never got to know your name,"
"Isabel, Isabel Inez Valenzuela." She said in dare I say VERY hispanic accent. Sexy.
"Well, I'm Zayn, Zayn Jawaad Malik" I made my hand reach out to hers and she smiled and shook it. She would be a nice friend to have around.
"Maybe you should meet the guys sometime, if your not too busy." I said.
"Nah, but right now I am," she took the cigarette out of her hand, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it, "helping my dad with some stuff, I'll see you around then."
"Yeah, I'll see you around." with my responce she darted toward the door while waving goodbye to me. Any other guy would've hit on her, but I'd like to just be her friend, she seemed nice. And the guys might like her too, and like she says, we'll see her around.