Zayn's Little Princess

Sarah Emily Smith was just an ordinary girl. There wasn't anything special about her, well at least that's what he thought. But when One Direction come to the store she worls at, will Zayn see something in her? What kind of adventures will Sarha be sucked into? Read to find out!


1. Chapter One

Sarah’s Point Of View


My name is Sarah Emily Smith, I am eighteen years old, I have dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, and I am the shyest one out of my four best friends. I was born in the U.S.A. but I moved to South Africa when I was nine, when my friends and I finished high school, we decided to move in together in London. We have lived here ever since. My parents and sister died in a car accident when I was fifteen, then Julia’s parents took me in as their own child. I am also a Virgo.


It was just another ordinary day in Harrods Department Store, London; this was my summertime job and my weekend job during high school, but now I’m out of school and will be going to Oxford in the fall. I was wearing my Harrods uniform, a navy blue shirt and khaki pants. I was working the male shoe section of the store I don’t know why my boss didn’t choose a dude to work the shift; I'm glad he didn’t. I see five guys in hoodies and glasses looking at some shoes. One of them did not sound like he was from Great Britain, he sounded more Irish. I walked over and when I saw their faces I realized that they were freaking One Direction!

Zayn’s Point Of View

The guys and I went to Harrods’s to look for some shoes for Niall, I don’t know why he needs any more shoes because he, Liam and I are all the same size and we borrow each other’s shoes all the time. When we got there something made this trip worthwhile, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen started to walk over, and when she spoke I could tell that she wasn’t from here, her accent was a jumble of other accents, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. I tried hard not to stare at those beautiful brown eyes.

Sarah’s Point Of View

Okay, don’t freak out, do not freak out. Stay calm, just take deep breaths. I tell myself.

 “Can I help you?” I ask

“Yes, can you help us find the converse?” Niall asked 

“Of course, right this way.” I gesture toward the enormous wall covered in Converse of every colour you could think of.

Then I realise that Zayn is always looking at me through the corner of his eye, Why is he staring at me? It’s creepy. I think.

*about an hour later*

When the boys ready to check out, I lead them to the cash register and logged in. I started to scan the price tags when Harry said,

“Wow, you spent a whole hour with us and didn’t even notice that we are One Direction!”

“No! Really? I didn’t notice!” I oozed sarcasm.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” asked Harry.

“I decided not to distract myself by talking to you guys, because the convo would end up being like an hour long by itself. Plus as an employee, it is my job to stay calm even when the famous people like you guys stop by. So it may look like I'm calm on the outside but on the inside, I'm freaking out.” I laughed.

Zayn slipped me a piece of paper that read:

986 876 0875

Call Me


I don’t think the other guys noticed. As I opened the cash register Zayn held put his hand in ‘stop’ gesture,

“Keep the change” he smiled and his deep brown eyes twinkled.

“Thanks!” I said.

As the guys left the store I thought, Whoa! That’s like a 30 pound tip!


            As got to our (Emma, Julia, Rachel, and Luna, friends of mine) flat I was greeted by a cloud of smoke and soon, the fire alarm. Oh no, Julia’s cooking again. I sighed

“I’ll get the fire extinguisher!” I yelled.

“I’ll order the pizza!” Rachel hollered back.

Eventually we put the fire out; thankfully there was no real damage done except a few charred spots on the wall by the stove.

“Okay, next time Julia is thinking about cooking, someone please stop her!” I pleaded.

“Hey!” Julia said, sounding hurt.

“Sorry but you and I both know you are not the best of cooks.”

“Okay point taken but can you blame me for trying?”

“No, you can try, just not in our kitchen, we just got it redone from last time, remember?”

“Okay, I set off one small fire and no one trusts me anymore.”

“Really, you call that a small fire?” I ask

“Okay, a big fire. But no one got hurt! If I can't practice, how am I supposed to get better?”

“Okay I have a compromise, how about I pay for some cooking lessons?”

“Oh I don’t think I need them.” Julia waved off the question.

“YES YOU DO!” we all commented.

“Okay but after the first session you guys have to let me cook you dinner.”

We all exchange nervous looks.

“Fine,” I sighed “but please nothing too complicated; something like, chicken, it’s hard to mess up chicken, but knowing you, you'll find a way.”

“Hurtful!” she said.



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