Simple Complications

The world famous pop sensations Niall Horan and Zayn Malik's lifes are about to be turned upside down, as two girls from different worlds walk straight into their perfect life's. Nana, who's an average 16 years old girl, makes Niall fall head over heels in love with her - but what if Nana's not ready for the commitment yet? And what about the Emily, that Zayn helped out one night, and now lives on his couch?
But most important, what happens when they get into some ''simple complications'' ?

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2. For the first time - Zaily

 

The first time I saw her; she stood leaning up against the wall beside the glass door into the supermarket. She was watching me carefully as I parked my car on the other side of the road. It was not hard to tell what kind of life she lived. I almost felt bad about parking my expensive car, right in front of her eyes, but I tried to brush it off. I turned the key, glanced a little at her, noticing that she still was staring. It was dark outside, and when I turned the lights off, she probably couldn’t see me. I pulled the door up, and a breeze of ice-cold air hit me hard, making me shiver. It was one of the last days in November, and the temperature was down below zero. I wrapped my arms around my body in a helpless way of trying to keep the cold air away, but I didn’t succeed. I wish that I had went on grocery shopping for two days ago, so I hadn’t been in need of stopping on my way home from Bradford. I was in the lower class parts of London, where you could find drug dealers on the corners in the small streets, and hookers walking around waiting for someone to pay for their bodies. I only stopped by because I knew that I wouldn’t want to go grocery shopping at this time, where people would recognize me. They didn’t recognize me here, because most of them didn’t have any clue about what happened in the world. They lived small poor lives, and fought everyday to survive. Of course there were a bit less miserable people, but the chance that I would be recognized here, was smaller than in the heart of London.
It took me a few seconds till I was standing in front of the glass doors into the supermarket. Only three others were in the shop, and it was small. As I stood there, I could feel the girl’s eyes on me. I turned my head to the left, and met her stare. In the light from the windows into the store, I could tell somehow how she looked. The first thing that got my attention were her eyes, they were big, and had a chocolate brown color - like Bambi eyes. She was no longer leaning up against the wall. She was standing on the sidewalk, looking right at me. My mood for going grocery shopping left my body, even the hunger after food left it as well. My eyes wandered away from her face, and to her body. She was probably about 160 cm/5’3 feet tall, which was quite petite. Though she looked taller in her stilettos. Under her right arm she was carrying a blanket, and some worn out sneakers. Her clothes didn’t seem to keep her warm, since the only thing she was wearing was a white strap top, with laces, and a thigh short black skirt.

I took a step back, away from the door into the store. Maybe I just wanted to go home, and go straight to bed. It seemed better than to watch other people suffer. I noticed a plastic bag in her left hand, where she probably kept her warmer clothes, but I could tell that it couldn’t be that warm clothes, not by the size of the plastic bag. I didn’t realize how long I had been watching her, until she spoke. “You can have me for 50£,” Her voice was not powerful when she spoke, more like a fragile question. I fast moved my eyes from her body, to her face. “What?” I asked, clearly shocked. “Or 40?” She said again. “I’m sorry… I’m not interested in…” I didn’t know how to say it, neither how to deal with it. She looked too young for a job like that, and her voice was shaking from the cold weather. When I repeated her words inside of my head I felt grossed out. The fact that people would sell themselves, just to survive, was terrible. “30£?” She kept on asking me, and I realized in how big need she was for money, but I only had my card, and she was not my problem. I just shook my head, and turned away, trying to make her understand that I clearly wasn’t interested. “Please,” This time her words sounded so small, almost like she was begging me. I ignored her, and took a look to the left, and then to right. No cars were driving on the road, so I crossed it, but could hear the girl follow me. Her heels clicking against the ground as she was walking. I tried to ignore her, and almost made it to my car, before her voice stopped me, “I just don’t want to die tonight”.
I froze, and felt ever warmth of my body fade. Die? Had she seriously said die? I slowly turned my head, and met her eyes. “Then go home,” I didn’t mean so sound so harsh, but she put such a pressure on me. I was not able to help her, not me. Any other person would have easier with helping her, but every time I showed myself outside with a girl, I was suddenly dating her, and the rumors would spread in whole the world. “I can’t,” She whispered. I sighed, “What do you want?”
“You have a house,” She said, it wasn’t a question. I just nodded. “Maybe… I could…” She started out, but I just shook my head, “No way”.
She swallowed hard, and I closed my eyes for a second, trying to clear my mind. How on earth had I ended up in this situation? When I opened them again, she still stood there in front of me. “I don’t know you, and I don’t want to. Can’t you just leave me alone?” I muttered, and span around, away from her. I walked closer to my car, but her fingers were cold, grabbing my wrist as I took another step towards my car. ”Please,” She begged, her voice shaking, not only from the cold, but also from the tears fighting to escape her Bambi brown eyes. I turned my head and looked at the girl again. My eyes ran up and down over her body. I couldn’t help her, I just couldn’t. I felt my stomach drop. Neither could I just leave her here to die. She was going to freeze to death in this weather. I took a deep breath and shook my head while I sneaked out of her grip. Her lower lip started shaking, and in the lights from the street lamps I could see the tears build in her eyes. I couldn’t stand to look at her; also because of how young she looked. She could be at my age, if not younger. I turned my head away, not wanting to look at her. Her miserableness made my heart shrink in my chest, leaving me miserable as well. I looked back at back at her, and saw how she had wrapped her arms around her body, trying to keep herself from falling apart, just as well as she was trying to lock out the cold weather. “You can have sex with me, as much as you want,” Her voice was low, almost like a whisper. “I don’t want to have sex with you.” I sounded colder than I had been wanting to. Her eyes grew wide, but she didn’t say a thing, she kept quiet. “But neither do I want you to die here alone”.
She kept on looking at me, without saying a word. I sighed, “I don’t want drugs in my house, I don’t want other men, I don’t want smoking inside, and I don’t want you to tell anyone that you’re staying with me. If you are going to, is that understood?” I kept her stare, and didn’t blink. She just nodded, and it wasn’t hard to see the little hope lighting up in her eyes. “Good, but if you break any of these rules, you…” I didn’t know what to say. I wouldn’t dare to tell her that I would kick her out, cause that was like saying; I will be the reason for your death, or I will kill you.
“Just don’t.” I ended up muttering. She nodded, and glanced at the car behind me, but fast turned her eyes back to me, not wanting to look desperate, afraid that I might would leave her alone. Once again I sighed, took the last three steps closer to my expensive black car, pulled the door handle down, and opened up the door. I looked at her, waiting for her to make a move. But she kept on standing where she stood, two meters away from me. “Come,” I said, and felt like I was talking to a dog, or a little girl. I nodded at the open door. She took some fast steps closer to the car, and slid in on the soft leather seat. I could see her sink down on it, and lean her head back, with a deep breath. I didn’t know whether I should happy for her, or if I should feel worried about my choice.
I walked around the car, and jumped in on the driver’s side. I moved the rearview mirror a little, so that I could see her as well.
She was still shaking, but her eyes were closed, and her head thrown back in an exhausted way.
Whatever I was doing, was insane, and I never would’ve believed that I would do such a thing, but I would rather live with this choice, than with the thought of knowing that I could’ve saved someone, who I didn’t. 

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