That One Normal Day...

Daisy Lopez had a hard life in the beginning.

Now that Daisy goes to college and makes one close friend, Ariana, who she could trust with her secrets and life. When Daisy is discovered by a model agent, she is flown to Manchester to become a model; something Daisy never would have thought would happen to her. When Daisy receives a random text and lays eyes on a certain boy at the café, her life becomes a lot more exciting.

That one normal day could change someone’s life… forever


2. The Text

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The plane ride was fun with Taylor. It ends up that we had the same flights to Manchester because ELLE must have flown all the models out today. We saw another model named Jasmine, but she left us to catch up with her other friends who came with her for the model audition. I envy Jasmine for her friends and wish for Ariana to be here, but she had school.


When we board our seven and a half hour flight from Brooklyn, New York to Manchester, we find our seats, which end up to be next to each other and get comfortable. “Hey, where are you staying?” Taylor asks when the plane is in the air.


“Oh, well, I’m staying at my brother’s house. What about you?” I reply. “I’m staying at my mother’s house. My parents are divorced so my dad lives in Los Angeles and my mom moved to Manchester.” Taylor says smoothly.


I nod. At least she had parents; and thinking of that made tears come, but I pushed them back, so Taylor wouldn’t question them. 


I have never really been comfortable telling anyone about my past. My past is something that makes me still cry myself to sleep. My past still makes me have nightmares. The only person who knows is, of course Tyler, and also Ariana. It took me a while for me to trust Ariana, but when I told her, she understood and has been there for me ever since.

“Daisy, are you alright?” Taylor asks concerned. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I say quickly. I knew Taylor knew I wasn’t, but she pushed it aside and we continued to ask and answer questions for the next thirty minutes.


I yawned and realized how tired I was. I had woken up this morning at five to get on my flight on time. “I’m going to take a nap,” I say yawning again. “Ok, I will, too, considering the fact I had woken up at five,” Taylor says.


I lay my head back against my seat and drift into an easy sleep.



When I wake up and open my eyes, we were still in the air, and it was dark outside. Taylor was next to me, sleeping soundlessly. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket to check the time. When I press the home screen, I had a couple texts from Ariana and Tyler asking if I was alright.


I smiled to myself; I’m thankful to have people really care about me. Then there was a random number that texted me. The text read:


‘Hey, Harry, its Zayn:) I changed my # because of fans, anyways, get dinner for Niall, he’s starving, like that’s something new:)’


Something about the names seemed really familiar. Then my phone vibrates again. It was the same number.


‘O, whoever this is, sorry, I had the wrong number I meant to put a 3 instead of the 4’


Then my phone buzzed again.


‘Crap, just gave out Harry’s number…’


I let out a quiet laugh. Then my phone started vibrating. It was the number. I sighed and debated weather to answer it. When I pressed the answer button, the only words I heard were mumbled and sounded all put together, I couldn’t understand them.


“Just a second,” I murmur into the phone and squeeze by Taylor who was sleeping still and walked quickly to the bathroom.


When I closed the door and locked it, I brought the phone up to my ear. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” I ask. “Its fine love, I just wanted to apologize for texting you and calling you at this hour.” The voice says with a British accent. I smile.


“What time is it?” I ask the voice. “About eleven at night,” the voice replies. “Oh, why’d you text me?” I ask. “Oh yeah, well my mate, Harry is at the recording studio picking up some item he forgot and I need food for Niall, my other mate,” the voice explains.


“Oh, so you sing?” I ask after hearing recording studio. “Wait, you don’t know who I am?” The voice asks surprised. I was utterly confused.


“No, should I?” I ask a bit rudely. “Well, have you ever heard of One Direction?” the voice asks.


I frown at the name. I have heard One Direction probably once. Their music is good, but I was never was really interested in them.


“Yeah, but I don’t really care for them,” I reply. “Oh that’s kind of disappointing.” The voice replies. “Why?” I ask. “I’m in the band. I’m Zayn Malik, one of the singers,” the voice says. 



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