The Time Of My Life

Cassie Holmes never expected to win the Win a Date with One Direction creative writing competition. She had only entered because it gave her another excuse to write; something she loves to do. She’s not really a fan of the boy band, but when she meets her date of choice, Zayn Malik, she can’t help but feel drawn to him. Zayn is focused on his career as a member of One Direction, but after reading Cassie's winning entry he is intrigued. Meeting her in person, he is taken with her wit and charm. Will what starts out as just a publicity stunt become something more?


7. ZAYN: Making Time (Part 2)

The building itself was an old warehouse that had been converted.  There was a spacious reception area that led to an office, and two recording studios.

First, I showed her the recording studio we used.

Cassie looked at everything with an awestruck expression.

The studio was fairly large.  There were several panels with different technical functions.  There was also a computer monitor and keyboard which I think they used for editing.  A glass observation window separated the technical stuff from the sound stage. 

“Wow, this is amazing,” she murmured.

“So you sing in there?” she asked gesturing behind the glass where the microphones were set up.

“Yep,” I replied.

Next, I led her to the break room just across the hall from the, which was a lounge with a vending machine and a kitchenette with an espresso machine and fridge.  There was also a kettle for people to make their own tea if they didn’t want coffee.

The guys were already there, sitting around a table munching on snacks and sipping from cans of soft drinks.  They looked up as we walked in.

“So this is the famous Cassie we’ve heard so much about,” Harry flirted.

“All good I hope,” she said.

“Are you kidding?” Niall’s exclaimed in his Irish brogue.  “Zayn here has been singing your praises almost non-stop since your date!”

Cassie glanced at me in surprise.

I scratched the back of my neck, a little embarrassed.

Her surprise turned to mischief as she asked, “Just what has he been telling you about me?”

I was saved from their undoubtedly embarrassing answers as one of the recording team came in and said that our break-time was over.

We filed into the studio and straight through to the sound stage and took our positions.

I could feel Cassie’s eyes on me.  I prayed to Allah and God that I wouldn’t mess up in front of her.  That would be so embarrassing.

Thankfully I didn’t mess-up.  Towards the end of the song, I glanced at her, meeting her eyes and…I don’t why, but I gave it a vocal flourish on a high note.

As the last note died away, the technician was grinning.

“That was great guys!” he said through the speaker.  “And Zayn, that thing you did, that was just what we needed.”

I grinned.  We’d nailed it!

On that note, the technician thought that we deserved to have the rest of the day off which we were enthusiastic about.  Though we loved singing for a living, it sometimes became just work.

Afterwards we ordered a late lunch, deciding on Chinese.

I ordered a Kung Po Chicken and Fried Rice, and Cassie asked for Singaporean noodles and insisted on paying for it herself.

As we ate our food, we chatted amongst ourselves.  Cassie laughed at Niall’s jokes and our stories of Louis’s pranks.  And she taught us a few Italian phrases, like ‘my name is…’, ‘I am…years old’ and ‘I am a singer’.

When she asked if she could have a photo taken with all of us, I didn’t mind it.  But I think I surprised her when I asked if we could have a picture taken with just the two of us.

All too soon it was time for Cassie to leave as she had to go to the station to catch the train back to Oxford with her aunt.  I wanted to take her there, but she insisted on going by herself.  As a compromise she promised to call me when she arrived at the station.  She called about a half hour later just as she was boarding the train, and I wished her a safe journey home.

Another couple of hours later, she texted saying she’d arrived home safe and sound and that she’d enjoyed the meeting my band-mates and seeing the studio.  I’d replied back telling her that the guys had really liked meeting her too and that I should bring her around more often, which they had.

We didn’t say anything else, but I didn’t feel like we really needed to.  It was almost like we really are boyfriend and girlfriend.  That thought didn’t seem to bother me as much as I thought it would.  Maybe…?

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