They Don't Know About Us

Taylor, 17 and from the USA, loves her boy bands more than anything. Specifically, One Direction. A group of five boys that have completely taken over her life. While in London, her life completely changes.Meeting Harry was a dream, and going on a date with him was even better.....

Ella Smythe, 18, works at a well known coffee shop in London and attends London University. On an afternoon like any other, she notices a special someone watching her intently. VERY intently. A certain someone named Zayn Malik.

Valerie Williams, 18, is single and loving it. Partying and being popular in college have been the best things that have ever happened to her. Other than meeting Louis Tominson. But her world starts falling apart when a shocking truth hits her and her family, making her value life more than she ever did.


12. One Thing

(So, this chapter actually goes back to present day, or the day  that Valerie finds out about her issue. Sorry I haven't updated, I was extremely busy! But please, please, please, make sure to leave comments!!! :) )

*Ella's POV*

      Zayn's lips felt so good. The fullness of them completely enveloped mine. His breath was short and panted, sending shivers down my back. He suddenly pulled back. Zayn's hazel eyes smiled into mine as his hand pushed a strand o my hair behind my ear. "Wake up, love."

     My eyes shot open with a jolt. I looked up at my white ceiling, wondering about what had just happened. 

    It was all a dream.Five words echoed over and over in my mind. I fumbled around my nightstand, looking for my glasses. My left hand rubbed my eyes, trying to get them to say open and lively. The weekend was over and it was time to go back to the UNI. I walked over to my mirror and slowly put my glasses on. Everything was clear again. Suddenly, my eyes fixated on my alarm clock, visible from my angle in the mirror. My eyes widened with shock.

    7:30 a.m. Classes started at 8! I was so dead. There was no way I could make it and not be marked tardy. I hurriedly went through the everyday, morning routine, making sure that not a minute could be wasted. There wasn't much I could do will my annoyingly-staraight blond hair except leave it loose and flowing. I opted for a tiny sundress and a brown moto jacket. Quick, yet flawless. I stumbled into my kitchen, surprised to see another girl sitting at the table.


    She broke out into a dazzling smile. "Goodmorning, Ella."

    Her accent and voice were both vaguely familiar. I took two small strides, pulled a chair out, and sat down. She innocently sipped her coffee with minuscule sips. Her dark brow eyes gazed out the window, lit up by the fresh, morning sunlight. Realization flooded through me. Taylor.

    Taylor's eyes found mine again. "The least you could do is say good morning." She let out a giggle, resting her free hand on mine. She gave it a tight squeeze. "Sorry I came back so late. I was...busy."

    All of the memories flooded back. It wasn't a dream. Zayn had kissed me. I knew Zayn Malik. THE Zayn Malik. "Oh, I probably didn't even notice. I was in a deep sleep just moments after I had had laid my head on my pillow.  

    "Oh!" She said, abruptly rising. "Im so rude! I forgot to even offer you some coffee." 

    I laughed. "Its okay, sit down. I'll--"

    "No! I'll just whip up some tea for you. I know you'll probably like that better."


    "Don't argue with me." Taylor warned. "Trust me, that will get you absolutely nowhere. Besides, it's my secret recipe."

    I didn't say much after that; I only watched her work. Her perfect hands moved rapidly, adding ingredients here and there. Placing a cup and a croissant on a plate, she sashayed over to me. "Voila!"

   The sultry aroma of the tea filled my nose."Mmm." I complimented. "This smells so good."

   "Well, I mean, you have to drink it first."I didn't hesitate to dive in. Warm, homemade was definitely the best kind. Silence filled the room as I satisfied my aching stomach. "Um, not to rush you or anything, but class starts in 7 minutes."

  My jaw dropped."Oh crap!" 

  Taylor and I grabbed our bags and ran out the door. We made it to our seminars with seconds to spare.

*Taylor's POV* 

     I was out of breath by the time I sat down. I picked the seat in the far-right corner, hoping that I would go unnoticed. I crossed my arms on my desk, lightly resting my forehead down. New class, same old feelings. I needed a nap. My eyelids had just started drooping when I heard footsteps approach me.

    "Hey, sleeping beauty." Startled, I looked up. I was ready to lash out the guy who had the nerve to talk to me like that. I was speechless when I saw a familiar pair of dimples and green orbs.

    "Harry?! You go here?" Between touring and just being  celebrity, I really couldn't understand how he could manage it.

    He let out one of his hearty laughs. "No babe. I came here to see you."  

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