Does Love Really Last

When three best friends meet three heart throb pop stars will it be love at first sight? Are these pop stars ready to let these girls into their hearts? Will this 'true love' last, through the pain, heart-break and obstacles that is thrown there way?


4. The Lift


Where's an elevator! I've been walking around the airport for thirty minutes trying to find one! I had just gotten back from my  nice, peaceful photography trip and now I'm walking around the airport with all my luggage and camera supplies. I turned and spotted a one and only, lift. A smile crept onto my face as I made my way over to it. Once I stepped in I was knocked over by someone running in. I heard screaming then a thump from all my luggage falling.

I opened my eyes to see a boy leaning over me. He had a worried face that transformed into a relieved one. I sat up and saw all my stuff around the lift. I let out a yelp and picked it all up, checking to make sure nothing had been broken. I then turned to look at the boy. He had black with a blonde streak that was styled in a quiff. He had earrings and brown eyes. He reached out his hand. "Zayn Malik. Sorry about that. I hope you're OK." I shook his hand. "Shivani Pinto. And it's no problem." There was a silence then the lift shook and stopped. An obnoxious voice then came from the speaker. "Sorry all passengers but, the lift is having some difficulties. You may be in the lift for awhile. Sorry for the delay." The voice stopped. "WHAT!" Zayn and I screamed in unison. "What are we going to?!" I whined. "Might as well make ourselves comfortable.." He said kicking off his shoes. I copied his action and slid down the lift wall. "Twenty questions?" Zayn asked. "Sure." I responded. "I'll go first. What's your full name?"  Zayn asked. "Shivani Julia Pinto."

"Where are from? Like, your background?"


This continued until Zayn was at nineteen questions. We then heard the annoying voice again, "We will be opening the door in one minute. Thank you for your patience." We both stood and slipped on our shoes. I grabbed my bags and flung them so it were resting on my shoulder. The doors opened. "Nice meeting you!" I said to Zayn as I shook his hand once again. "You too." He said. I turned and started walking away. I heard quick footsteps behind me. I turned to see Zayn standing there. "Yes?" I asked. "One last question." He simply stated. I nodded for him to ask. A smirk grew on his face. I raised my eyebrows waiting for the question. "Whats your number?" Zayn asked.


I finally managed to get the words out of my mouth. My smile faded as I realized Shivani was just standing there. This isn't the response I was looking for. I then found myself very interested in the roof. "Listen, I'm sorry we kinda just met and I thought it would be nice to keep in touch. If you don't want to I totally underst-" I stopped as Shivani handed me a piece of paper. I looked down at it and saw her name and a phone number scribbled down on it. I looked up to see Shivani walking away. "You can text me anytime!" She yelled behind her. I smiled to myself as I saw her disappear outside. I will definitely be calling her soon.

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