All these little things

"I look at you, and I would rather look at you then all the portraits in the world." "Even the Polish Rider?" "Yes, even the Polish Rider."

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2. Small talk

"I've heard of you, of coarse." I replied, not making eye contact. He had a cocky smile on his face. "whats your name?" he said with his beautiful accent. "Noelle" I gladly replied "Well, Are you a fan?" He asked looking quite interested. "I used to have a bit of a crush on your band, but that's over and done with" I replied with a confident smile tugging at my lips. "I see" he sounded disappointed, and that sent goosebumps up my arms. "So, what are you doing here?" I asked, trying to make small talk. "I was in Hartford meeting with some songwriters. I currently live in London, so I'm coming home for a couple months, How about yourself?" His voice was so gentle and kind, it was killing me. I cleared my throat "Uhm, well im starting school in a few weeks." He nodded and waved over a waitress. "Would you like anything?" he asked. I kindly declined. "I'll a water and some orange juice" He said kindly to the air hostess. She gave me a dirty look and walked to get our drinks "I said no thankyou" I whispered. " Well, we wouldn't want you to get dehydrated, would we now?" he said with a flirty smile on his face. I giggled The hostess arrived with our drinks, not making eye contact with me. "Could I get you anything else?" she smiled at Zayn. He put his hand on my thigh and looked at me "Need anything else?" he asked me with a smile on his face. "I'm all set, thanks." I could barely get the words out. He slid his hand off my thigh "We're good" he said to the lady. Walking away in disgust. "Why'd you do that?" I asked, confused. "I could tell you were uncomfortable around her, she was quite jealous" He chuckled. I never imagined Zayn would be like this. In all these magazines, people made him seem like a badass that could care less about anybody. But from what I've learned so far, he was quite caring. "So who was your favourite?" he questioned. "Excuse me?" I replied, confused. "Everyone has or in your case, had a favorite in the band, so who was yours?" In the back of my head I wanted to be truthful and tell him that it was him, but I wasn't giving up that easily. "Harry." I blankly replied. He nodded. There was a bit of silence until he dozed off. He look so peaceful sleeping. His head eventually found my shoulder. His snoring made me giggle, it was adorable. I opened my laptop once again, planning to Message my friend, Makenna on Facebook. She would be coming up to london in 2 months to visit, but I couldnt help but share the news of who I've met on the plane. Once I finished writing the message and hit send. I heard zayn chuckle, his head still on my shoulder. "Im gorgeous, huh?" He said cheekishly, sounding tired. He had read my message. My cheeks quickly turned a light shade of red, and I closed my laptop slowly. "I thought you were sleeping?" I said, embarrasment in my voice. "I was, but your typing woke me" he replied giggling, moving his head from my shoulder. He started stretching his arms above his head "Don't worry, I find it cute" He assured me. I smiled at him. Before I knew it, the plane ride was over. And people started for there luggage. I couldn't admit it, but I didn't want it to end. Being with Zayn was fun, and we got a long quite well. He got up and helped me with my luggage. Their was a car waiting for my right when I stepped of the plane, me and Zayn still walking with eachother. "That's me" I said dissapointingly. He put my bags down, and gave me a friendly hug. "It was nice meeting you, Noelle" I smiled at him and walked to my car, luggage in my hands. That was the first and last time I would ever see Zayn Malik again. And strangely, I wasn't ok with it.

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