You Stole My Heart ღ

Like any normal teen girl, Sheyanna dreamed of the day she'd meet her favorite band, One Direction. She loved their music and of course found them all extremely attractive. When that day comes, however, Sheyanna is faced with a whole new line of problems: she has became truly and passionately in love with one of the boys. Can their romance survive the miles between their homes? Or will it burn, like the love that already is in their hearts? Find out now :)


8. Eight ღ


I fiddled nervously with my hair on the way to the meet and greet. As if being in the same vehicle with the One Direction wasn't enough, one of their fine members happened to like me. Like I didn't have enough to be nervous about.

Zayn's hand was covering mine, his fingers filling the gaps between my own. I kept trying to drum my fingers to let out the anxiety. He gave my hand a light squeeze as I was looking out the window. I turned to him with a sheepish smile.

        "It's gunna be okay," he said, kissing my hand.

        "I know, I know," I began, "I'm just scared, ya know? What if someone tries to attack me? Or shoot me? People are crazy about you guys. Six of them could team up and take me down. Then what will we do? Maybe we should just say I'm your assistant. Or the Dunkin' Donuts delivery chick. Or..." I trailed off after realizing he was massaging my shoulders. "That feels nice..." was all I could say. I was like warm  putty in his hands.

He snickered and kept massaging. "Everything is gunna be alright. I'm not gunna let anyone come near you. You'll be at my side the whole time. I'm not going to let you out of my sight," he whispered the last word close to my ear. I almost shivered, knowing he was so close to me.

        "Not even to go to the bathroom?" Louis asked, his eyebrows arched. His question was humorous.

Zayn smiled and shook his head, "Nope. So you better hold it, or risk me coming in there with you,"

Harry looked over his shoulder at us. His smile was lined with mischief. "Oh yeah. 'Cause he loves getting you off to yourself. That's where you're the most vulnerable." He winked, saying it in his most sexy creeper voice. I laughed and rolled my eyes, glancing back out the window.

        "You make me sound like I'm abducting a child," Zayn smirked.

Harry thought for a moment and replied, "Well she's obviously not a child. Look at her chest," his smile was wide, exposing the cute dimples nested in his cheeks. Had he not been so cute, I probably would have punched him. He was lucky only because of his brown curls and emerald eyes.

The rest of the guys chuckled at Harry's referral to my boobs, other than Liam, who was focused on the road. But I seen a grin flash across his face as he cleared his throat, "Harry knock it off. You sound like a pedophile."

Harry turned around and continued to laugh at his wise remark. The magazines were right; Liam was a daddy to the boys.

We made a few turns before we finally arrived at the studio where the interview was. Hundreds of girls were lined up at the sides, waiting for the guys to get here. Body guards were just as abundant; black dots speckled among all the fans. Signs bobbed up and down, their messages varrying from "Marry Me, Niall?" to "I wanna have yo' babies!" I admired them all as we got out of the van. Before I could take my first step, Zayn partially lifted me out of the back seat. I looked up at him questioningly.

        "Big puddle," he nodded down at the muddy water lying under the van. He sat me down and smoothed down my skirt, being sure to graze my butt as well. I grabbed his hand, putting it around my waist.

        "Not a time to be naughty," I said through gritted teeth. He chuckled and leaned closer to me, whispering in his seductive voice, "Anytime is a time to be naughty, love." He let his hand slip down, right on my butt. My cheeks flushed as I pulled his hand back up around my waist. He continued to chuckle as we made our way to the crowd-lined building.

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