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 :)


4. Four ღ


After the boys left the stage, I sneaked and snaked my way through the crowd to the end of my aisle, where four bodyguards waited for me.

        "To be sure you get to Mr. Malik in one piece," one of the guards nodded.

I followed the two in front of me while the two behind me stayed close behind us. We passed the line of girls waiting to get autographs, who were screaming the shrillest screams my ears had ever heard. Most were jumping and yelling, while others were crying and smearing mascara all down their faces. I should be crying. I thought to myself. He ASKED for me.

I played with my key chain until we entered the room where the boys were. They looked like typical teenagers; Niall was eating, Harry and Louis were kicking a hacky sack to each other, Liam was talking to the director, and Zayn was scrolling down his phone. His eyes flicked up as soon as the door clicked shut.

He seemed to drink in the sight of me before springing up from the couch to my side.

        "Why, hello love," he said, his eyes shimmering with excitement. "Didn't think I'd see you here." He winked and put his arm around my shoulder in a semi embrace.

Niall swallowed whatever he was eating and grinned. "Aye, mates. This is the girl I bet." He nodded towards me. The guys stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to me. If I thought they were dreamy before, I was wrong; they were drop dead gorgeous up close. I stirred a little from the jitters I had.

        "You're right, she is beautiful," Liam said, stepping forward. He hugged me gently and kissed my cheek. I felt a little weak, my fangirl must be kicking in. "I'm Liam." He added, stepping back a little, as if to study me some more.

Niall was next. "Niallerrr," he seemed to roll his "r" with his Irish accent. "want a twinkie?"

I giggled and denied his offer. "I'm fine, thank you."

        "That you are, love," Harry said as he circled me. I felt almost like he was a lion, and I was the vulnerable zebra he was sizing up for his next meal. He stopped making his rounds and took my hand.

        "Harry," he spoke with my hand inches away from his mouth. "Harry Styles," he kissed my hand.

Louis interrupted our introduction. "Get off of Zayn's woman, Harry." He shoved Harry to the side and picked my hand back up.

        "I'm Louis," he smiled, his baby blue eyes twinkling. He gave my hand a light shake and then returned to his place near Harry. They all seemed to be watching me, except Niall, who was rummaging through the snack bar.

        "I'm Sheyanna," I smiled, trying to sound as normal as possible. Embraces from the cutest boy band ever had to be a little hard on the heart.

        "Oh, we knew that. You're all Zayn's been talking about since earlier today," Niall answered from the fridge. Zayn tensed a little at my side.

        "He talked about your silky hair," said Louis.

        "And your gorgeous eyes," Liam added.

        "And your jubblies!" Harry winked.

Liam and Louis jabbed Harry in the sides, and I turned to Zayn inquisitively.

        "Jubblies?" I asked, not knowing the definition to their obvious British slang.

Zayn looked down at me and then to the guys with an 'oh crap' look. Liam piped in "your personality! Jubblies mean personality! Amazing personality." He smiled and shove his hands in his pockets, nodding to what he just said. I noticed the others chuckling, while Zayn stayed frozen at my side.

        "Oh yeah. He said you had heavenly jubblies. Huge ones. Like, the best ones on this PLANET!" Harry said between his laughing spells.

        "And we can't help but agree," Louis added, flashing his perfect teeth.

        "Oh, how we agree..." Liam trailed off.

I grinned and turned to Zayn. "Awhhh," I play shoved him. He laughed tightly and shrugged. "It's the truth!"

They all finished snickering and I had another question. "How'd you know my name?" Zayn's laughter quietened, and his seriousness came back into play. The guys shushed as well.

        "Well uh, I needed it. And I figured it'd be easier to ask the lady at the desk what it as than to waste precious time getting it out of you," he smiled a little, biting his lip.

Other than being driven wild by his lip biting, I maintained my questioning expression. "Why did you need my name?"

Before he could even think of a response, the director popped back into the room. "Autograph time, guys. Let's move out!" The boys began to file out, telling me bye and how nice it was to meet me. I waved at them and turned back to Zayn.

He looked down at me, his expression soft. "You'll see, love," he tucked a stray hair behind my ear. I could feel him leaning into me when the director cleared his throat. "You too, Zayn."

Zayn nodded as the director closed the door behind him. Thanks director, that could have been a kiss.

        "You're still my number one fan, right?" he playfully tugged at the key chain in my hand.

        "You bet," I said, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

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