Three's a Crowd

Rose and Zayn have been best friends since before they can remember. When Zayn's life is completely turned upside down and he becomes 1/5 of the world's biggest boyband, he and Rose reconnect. Upon reuniting with Zayn, Rose meets the rest of the band, and nothing could prepare her for what was to come.


2. The Store

Rose's POV


I sighed in frustration, shimmying the eleventh dress I had tried on off of my body. None of them looked right. I looked at the clock on my phone. 12:36.


"Shit," I muttered under my breath, grabbing the third to last dress I had in the changing room off of it's hanger. I needed to hurry up if I wanted to make it on the road and get to London to meet up with Zayn in time.


I slid the soft fabric of the newest contender over my head, pleasently surprised at how nice it felt on my skin. I looked into the mirror, and for the first time that day, I smiled. The dress was off-white, entirely covered in lace, although the lining was silk. It fell to mid-thigh, and had a wide brown belt around the waist. It was strapless, and revealed my toned, tan shoulders. It wasn't too nice, and it wan't too casual either. It said "Hey, totally gorgeous boys touring with my best friend, we should flirt, get to know each other, party!" Although, maybe not in so many words.


I pulled the earrings and necklace my dad had sent me for my 17th birthday out of my bag. They complimented the dress perfectly, and I knew that this would be the dress I wore tonight. I took off the pieces of jewelry and held them in the palm of my hand, looking at them. When I recieved them, they were accompanied by a card, with a simple and short "Happy Birthday Rose. Love, Dad". I had snorted when I read the "Love, Dad" part. Love my ass. He hadn't come visit me in over a year, and I was lucky to get a phone call once every three months.


My dad left after my mom had died 6 years ago, leaving me with my carefree, irresponsible Aunt Kate. He disappeared off the face of the Earth until I was 14, when he made the attempt to visit for the holidays and my birthday, because they were so close. The silence had been awkward and unbearable, and he never stayed for that long again, making excuses after excuses of why he couldn't be there. I couldn't care less if he was in my life or not. He made his choice, and I was fine with it.


Picking up my bags and the dress, I walked out of the changing room, so I could pay for it at the register. There was one person ahead of me, and when I got to the front, the girl working the register smiled at me.


"Going somewhere special? That dress is lovely," she said, looking almost enviously at me.


"Meeting a friend," I smiled back, taking out my money to pay.


"A 'friend'?" the girl said, wriggling her eyebrows, "This looks like something you might wear for a little bit more than just meeting a 'friend'." She smirked playfully at me as she put my dress into a bag.


I laughed lightly, shaking my head, "No, I promise you, Zayn's just a friend."


The girl's eyes widened slightly, confusing me.


"...Zayn?" she asked cautiously, looking at me and biting her lip.




"Oh, umm, yeah. Zayn." I said, avoiding eye contact with her now. Why had I said his name?


"As in...Malik?" she breathed, her hands clenching in excitment.


I sighed inwardly. "Well...Yeah." I said. No point in lying about it.


A squeal escaped her lips, and she looked at me like I was a goddess. Before she could overwhelm me with questions, I grabbed my bags and made a quick escape, leaving her stammering behind me, practically unable to help the next customer.


I was never going to get used to this, Zayn would always be, just...Zayn to me. The fact that millions of girls now suddenly wanted to marry him made me a little jealous, but not for reasons you might think. Zayn was my best friend. I could never see him any other way. But, at the same time, I didn't like that his attention to me would now be divided amongst the rest of the band and million of screaming teenage girls everywhere.


I got into my car and started for home. When I got there, I took a hot shower and started to change into my outfit. I slipped on the dress and put on a pair of brown glaiators. I put my long, brown hair in loose curls, making me look flirty yet elegant at the same time. Touching myself up with minimal makeup, I was ready to go. I grabbed my bags and headed down the stairs to say goodbye to Aunt Kate. She hugged me and went through a list of things I needed to make sure I had. After confirming that I had everything for the next few weeks, she hugged me again and I went on my way. The cab I had called was waiting outside. I got in and gave the driver directions to the restaurant. Here we go.


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