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When the 16 years old girl called Emily, decided to go for a trip to Brighton, UK, with three of her best friends, she didn't imagine running into a guy that would change her life completely.
Their plans had been; Partying, flirting, having one night stands, and just enjoy the life as a teenager, with no parents for the whole summer.
But when she met him at a festival one night, her life turned upside down, and nothing would ever be the same...
She fell head over heels in love with him, but didn't realise how bad it was until it was too late.
That's what happens when you fall in love with 19 years old, Zayn Malik.


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17. Camping..

Zayn's P.O.V:

 

I pulled the thin silk duvet/blanket aside, and sat up in the bed. Stretching my arms over my head, just to wake up, for real. The sun was shining through the window, and outside the weather looked hot and great. I turned to look at Emily. She was still sleeping. I could've spent whole my day, just watching her. The way her breast moved when she was breathing, the was her eyes were closed. The way she looked so calm and innocent. Like nothing ever hurt her, like she never have had a bad day. My phone was lying on the pile of my clothes, that was lying in the end of her bed. I stood up, and stretched my body one more time, while yawning. With tired and clumsy steps, I walked around the bed, and reached out for my phone. While I was waiting for it to turn on, I decided to open the window, out to the street, just to get some fresh air. The morning birds were singing, and you could hear the waves from the sea. Some neighbour's were outside, two young boys, kicking balls on the street, and a mother sitting with a little baby girl. The husband was leaning over their car engine, probably trying to fix something that went wrong. When I looked down at my phone again, it was turned on. I unlocked it, and to my big fear I saw: 

Liam (2) missed calls.

Liam (1) text.

Louis (2) missed calls.

Niall (5) missed calls.

Niall (3) texts. 

Harry (4) texts.

I bit my lip, and hesitated a bit, but then I remembered what day it was today. Camping. Shit, shit shit! I fast decided to call Liam back, cause I knew that they all were with him, and he always answered his phone. "ZAYN?!" Liam asked, when he picked up. He probably saw that it was my number, that was calling him. "Eeeh... sorry, I've been sleeping," I said, and prayed that they wouldn't freak out. "Where the hell are you?" That was Harry's voice. He probably took the phone away from Liam. "You weren't in your flat, we came to check!" It wasn't exactly a question, so I just shook my head, but realised that they couldn't see me, "No, I slept at Emily's place..." I fast said. "Emily? Oh. When will we get to meet her?" Harry calmed down a bit, and I sighed happily. "I thought about today, I would love to bring her. We will just stay for two nights or something." My voice sounded quite nervous, nervous that they wouldn't like the idea. "That sounds awesome! Anyway, we've been waiting for you! Where do she live? I can come and pick you up," Harry said, I could hear the guys mumble something in the background. I fast told him where she lived, and then I asked when we should be ready.

"In an hour, it's one hour away from here, you know." Harry said.

"Sure. How long will the ride to the camping be?"

"About 5-6 hours. So it's a long trip, that's why we wanted to pick you up at 10 'clock."

"What is the clock now?"

"12:39pm..."

"SHIT! I'll wake Emily, be here in a hour. We'll be ready, bye!"

"Wait! We packed some clothes for you, when we came to see if you were awake." Harry said, before I got to hang up.

"Oh thank god! Thanks Hazza, We'll be ready in one hour,"

"Great. Bye"

He hung up, and I turned around, but when I saw Emily sleeping I didn't want to wake her up. I slowly walked up to the bed, but couldn't make myself wake her. Instead I just pulled on my clothes on, and opened up her closet, trying to find some clothes that she could bring. First I found some dark blue hotpants, that I ended up in the pile I was about to make on the floor. Then that cute dress that she was wearing that time I met her on the beach, it made me smile, so I decided to chose it as well. Then a loose top, with thin straps, in white, with the text 'Endless Nights'. After finding ger clothes, I had to look for some underwear, and it was definitely the funniest part. I found a white bra with laces on, and some matching undies. Perfect. Then another white bra, with flower print, and again some matching undies. When I was done finding what I had to, including a nightdress, in bone white silk. I walked downstairs, to ask Clara if Emily had a bag that I could use, to pack her stuff. I told her where we were going, and she got pretty excited, she loved the idea. "Sure, follow me!" She said, and turned to television off. I followed her, out into a little room, in the back of the house, "Actually this ain't Emily's bag, it's Jennett's aunt, but she told us we could use them, as much as we won't. Choose whatever you want." Clara said, and opened up the room. It was filled with expensive bags. I knew that Emily wasn't rich at all, she was upper middle class, or just middle class. But Jennett's aunt was rich as hell. The room was filled with bags from, Louis Vuitton to Gucci. 

 

Emily's P.O.V:

When I woke up, and reached out for Zayn, to make sure that he was real, there was nothing to touch. I paniked, and sat up in the bed. "Z-Zayn?" I stuttered, and looked around me. The clothes that he left, in a pile, in the end of my bed, last night, were gone. I rushed out of the bed, afraid that he had left. I didn't find any reason for him to be leaving, but still... I was well known about people leaving me. What usually happened, was that... They met me, thought that I was interesting, wanted me, and then all of sudden, they got bored, and left me alone. I hated love, cause it never lasted. I was always the one who ended up hurting. But still I found myself getting caught up in Zayn. I allowed him to get in under my skin. I collapsed on the bed, in despair. After some seconds, the door opened, and Zayn's smiling eyes met mine. "Goodmorning beautiful," He said, and without hesitating, I jumped out of the bed, and ran up to him, wrapping my arms around him. "Woah, someone is happy to see me!" He laughed, and kissed my hair, "Thank god, I thought you had left..." I mumbled, while hiding my face on his chest. "What? No! Don't you even dare thinking about that... I was just down to find a bag, where I could pack your stuff" His voice made me smile even bigger. Wait, a bag? For what? ... Oh, the camping. "Harry will be here in.. about a half hour or something, I just didn't want to wake you up," He kissed my hair one more time. "Oh gosh, that's soon. I better hurry up!" I pulled away from Zayn, and his laughter made me blush. "Calm down, I've already packed your stuff." He said, and leaned closer. He fast kissed my lips, and then left me standing on the floor, watching him as he packed my stuff down in a... Louis Vuitton bag? Eeh, I wasn't exactly the proud owner of such an expensive bag, but I didn't bother asking him where he got it from. "Is Olivia awake yet?" Was the only question I heard myself asking. He shook his head, "I didn't see her. I hope that we are out of here, before she wakes up.". I agreed with him. I pulled a dress on, without straps. It was from Thailand, and I got it for many years ago. It was white, with some big flowers on. I remembered coming home with it, every girl I knew wanted it. I was fun to be the one with the pretty clothes, that everyone loved for once. I had never really been wearing what everyone else were wearing, I didn't like to be fish, just following the leader. I was wearing what I liked, and no one could fucking change that. Still people often complimented my clothes. I shook my head, and came back to reality. 

I didn't brush my hair, cause it didn't fit me with brushed hair. It looked better when it was a bit messy. I put some mascara on, and some rouge, just to make my cheeks look a bit redder. Zayn was watching me, while I span around one time in front of the mirror. He took two steps closer to me, and held me around my waist, while moving his lips to my ear, and whispering "You look absolutely stunning!". His soft and charming voice made me feel so complete. I didn't know how he did it... But he did. He made me absolutely crazy about him.

 

Harry's P.O.V:

 

I parked my slick black Audi R8, on the street, in front of a huge beach house. Jesus, could it really be here? I checked the number one last time, and yes it was here. I looked back, to be sure that I wasn't blocking for anything, then I jumped out of the car, and slammed the door. I stood for a little while just looking at the beautiful house, then I pulled myself together, and walked up to the front door. Yes, I know what you're thinking. After all the fame, I should be used to big, expensive, glamorous things, but that was a thing that none of us boys ever would get used to. Even my car was so amazing, that it was hard for me to believe that it was real. I walked up the stone staircase, and up to the front door. Knock-knock. Knock-knock. I always knocked on door like that, so now I new Zayn knew that it was me. Still it wasn't Zayn that opened up the door, it was a small girl, with a pretty face, and light brown hair. She smiled at me, a little shy smile. "Eerm, is there someone called Zayn Malik staying here?" I asked, and nervously ran my fingers through my curly hair. She was fine, that girl in front of me. "Yeah, two seconds." When she turned around, her hair flipped, making me feel overwhelmed. "Zaaaayn! Emilyyy! Harry is here!" She yelled, and Zayn rushed down the stairs, with a Louis Vuitton back over his shoulder. "HEY MAN!" I said, and hugged him. He hugged me back. "This will be so amazing! Emily is on her way," Zayn said, and pulled away. He turned around waiting for Emily. Emily, jesus, I was so excited to meet her. He had been talking about her non-stop, and now I finally got to meet her. Niall had already met her, and he told all of us that she was really pretty and sweet. When she came down the stairs, I couldn't get my eyes off her. Truly, she was pretty, not beautiful. Just pretty. There was something about her, maybe the way she moved, or her smile when she saw me standing in the door. She looked perfect for Zayn. Brown hair, warm brown eyes, a cute smile. Not wearing a lot of make up, and she was wearing a cute dress, and some black low converse. "Hi Harry," She said, and walked up to me. I shook her hand, and winked at Zayn. He gave me thumbs up. "Harry, this is Clara," Zayn said, and introduced the girl who had opened up the door. Clara? Pretty name. Pretty girl. "Nice to meet you," I reached out for her hand, and shook it as well. "Same. So where are you guys going?" Clara asked, and smiled at all of us. "Camping in Helford," I smiled. We talked a little, and when we drove away, I waved at Clara one last time. While Emily hugged Clara, I whispered to Zayn, "Good catch,". He laughed, "I know, right?"

 

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