I Want Everything About You

Christine is 17 years old and lives with her dad. Sounds normal right? Ehhh not really. Her dad is an alcoholic and pretty much abuses Taylor. She has had enough of him and decides to run away into the streets of Chicago. She happens to meet a very familiar boy as she is walking down the sidewalk. Is this love at first sight?


6. Claire Bear

Christine's POV:

My eyes flew upon to the annoying beeping of my phone. Who calls me at fricking 5 AM? I reached out to the table and grabbed my phone. "Hello?" I grumbled with my hoarse morning voice. "Christine! Hey, uhm I saw a picture of you and... ZAYN MALIK FROM ONE DIRECTION ON TWITTER OH MY GOOOOOOOD!" Claire's voice screamed through the speaker. I moved my phone away from my ear to avoid going deaf. "Yes, I sort of know him." I mummbled. Claire screamed in the speaker again "OH MY GOD! Can I please meet him?! We need to hang out today so I can hear all about it! Wait... Is your dad home? If he isn't then I can like come over. If he is I can still sneek in." I sighed and told her all about the night I ran away and how I bumped into Zayn. She squealed and begged to come over, and of course I gave in. She was coming over in 2 hours, I have time to eat and get dressed. I wandered into the kitchen. I totally forgot to buy food for myself. Dissapointed I stumbled back into my room and rummaged through my bag. Most of my clothes is from Claire and my other friend Lauren. My dad never brought me shopping so they got clothes for me. I told them I didn't need any but they shoved a ton of clothes in my face and made me keep it.

I sleepily shuffled into the bathroom. Claire and I aren't going anywhere so I don't need any makeup. My hair is a different story. It was sticking up in every direction. I brushed and untagled it for about 30 minutes. Finally I put it up in a high ponytail. My hair wasn't exactly amazing but, good enough for who it's for. ( This is her outfit : http://www.polyvore.com/christines_outfit/set?id=60015137 )

I plopped down on my bed and scrolled through my phone. More hate mail on twitter from Zayn's crazed fans. One even made a picture of me with a mustache. Very nice. Some people were actually nice and saying me and Zayn would be a cute couple, I smiled and replied to them by saying "Thanks! I wish haha." I hope he doesn't see that. Because that would be embarrassing and he would know I liked him. Oh well.

I am seriously starving I need to go to the gas station or something. I hopped up and jogged out the door all the way to the nearest grocery store. I've been remember this place, mom and I used to come to this store alot. I would always ride in the cart and pick out things for us. Around me were tons of little kids and their mothers. It hurt me to see how happy they were with them, and I don't get to be happy like that with my mom anymore. I shrugged it off and went off to the frozen food section. Nothing here looked very appetizing but I still bought most of the lean quisines. Good enough for a couple of days. I pushed my cart up to the cash registers. This store was always busy so I picked the cash register where you do it yourself. I remember doing this with my mom and pretending I was a cashier. She would always smile and hand me things to bag and price. Tears started filling my eyes, and I moved my hat down so no one would see. I tried hard not to let the tears flow but one escaped. "Excuse me miss, are you alright?" A lady asked me sounding worried. I looked up and a cute little old lady was staring at me. I forced a smile "Oh yeah, I'm fine." She still looked worried but she made her way back to her cart. Atleast someone actually cares about my feelings. After 5 minutes of bagging my groceries, I called a cab and headed back to my hotel room. I have an hour before Claire gets here. I dumped my food on my counter and picked out a decent looking pizza to make in the microwave. It took 8 minutes to make so I plopped down on the uncomfortable couch and switched the TV on to MTV. A familiar song came on, and as I listened more closer it was What Makes You Beautiful. Aww, Zayn looked so adorable in this music video. As I sat there drooling over the boys the microwave went off. I groaned not wanting to take my eyes off of the tv, but I also didn't want to starve. The kitchen smelt like Italy, and I loved the smell of Italy. It smelt like pizza and pasta. Someday I would like to go there. (Author's note : Will write more tomorrow)

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