You'd never think a bookstore could change a life, did you? Well, that's where this story starts. In a small town, a lonely girl visits a new bookstore down the road, and boy, she's in for a surprise. You never know who could walk right in.


2. Unwanted but needed help.


I was so relaxed that I didn’t even hear the door open, and shut quite quickly. I didn’t hear the footsteps creaking down the pier. And it took me a few seconds to see someone sit down next to me, letting his legs dangle off of the end. All it took was seeing the zap tattoo on his arm to send my head spinning yet again. I looked down at my feet, hugging my knees and blushing like crazy.

“How long have you lived here?” I heard him ask.

“Long enough.” I replied with a huff.

I heard him chuckle under his breath and saw him shake his head out of the corner of my eye. “You know, I saw you in that recording booth – “

“Yeah, I’d rather not talk about it, thanks.” I cut him off, and quickly stood up. A little too quickly, in fact, because I slipped and fell off of the pier into the deep water.

I hadn’t caught a breath before I fell, so I felt like I would never come back up for air. Everything was getting dark as I let out a last desperate puff of air. This was it. I was going to die this way.

The last thing I could hear was a disturbance in the surface of the water, followed by arms wrapping around me, dragging me to the surface. Everything was still black, even though I felt that I was already out of the water. What’s wrong with me? I tried to open my eyes, but it was like they were glued shut. I had lost consciousness. Then pounding, pounding on my chest. CPR, I guess. After about two minutes, it felt like an enormous weight had been lifted off of me, and I started to cough. My lungs felt free. My eyes opened to find a pair of deep chocolate brown ones staring back at me. My chest had finally settled and I layed down on the pier, trying to collect my thoughts on what had just happened.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” I heard a frantic voice ask. Ruby. Gosh, everyone must be out here. I felt so cold, all except my right hand. I looked down to see a pair of hands holding on tightly, so hard that the knuckles were white.

I tried to prop myself up on my elbows, but fell back down, feeling weak from almost drowning. I couldn’t breathe deeply enough. Stupid asthma.

“I’m….I’m fine.” I shook my head, hoping that it would help clarify the situation. Everything was a blur. I just needed to rest or something, go home. Be anywhere but here.

“Oh no you’re not!” A british accent said with a chuckle. I rubbed my eyes with my free hand in an attempt to clear my vision. It was still pretty blurry, but I could see enough to tell that Zayn was holding my hand, crouched over me, and Liam and Ruby were at a close proximity as well, just not as close as Zayn was to me, and quite frankly, I was EXTREMELY uncomfortable.

Zayn scooped me up into his arms, and started to walk down the pier.

“It’s okay, I think I can walk home myself.” I tried to reassure him, but he just shook his head and laughed.

“You’re still in shock. Just let me do this for you, okay?” Zayn looked at me with hopeful eyes. I just shook my head and closed mine. This boy (One of five) that I had been obsessing over for the past few months was carrying me to my house after he had saved me from drowning. Is this real life right now? Just…I can’t.

Ruby asked me a few times if I needed anything, and I said no. I thanked her for today, and for all of the wonderful days to come. She just smiled and nodded. Liam started walking next to Zayn and talking to him about meeting up with the boys later. For now, I’m assuming that “the boys” means Harry, Louis, and Niall. Oh no. I just hope that I’m not a part of this little get together.

Liam cleared his throat before he asked, “Which way is your house love?”

“Just straight down this road. The little white house with the blue door.” I loved my house so much. I just moved out before summer vacation, and I wasn’t that far away from my parents, which was good. My house had a screened in wrap-around porch, 2 stories, a basement, and a huge backyard. I was thinking about getting an in-ground pool installed, but I’d have to establish a good-paying job first. I was really trying with my singing career, trying to get the word out by playing a few gigs at some bars, clubs, restaurants, etc. I wanted this ever since I was little. People always tell you to follow your dreams, and I had been chasing mine ever since I could remember. And now I had two of the world’s biggest stars in the music industry walking with/carrying me to my house. How did this even happen.

I still felt faint by the time we had walked up the steps to my house.

“You really don’t have to stay. I’ll be fine.” I tried to reassure the two, but as I took a breath to continue, they walked closer to me.

“Are you sure? You still look kind of pale.” Liam told me, worry filling his brown eyes.

“Oh, I insist. I don’t need anyone waiting on me, hand and foot. Especially you guys. I’m pretty sure you have more important things to do than check up on a loser like me.” I shook my head and was about to thank the boys, but as I turned to walk inside, one of them grabbed my hand.

I jerked my head around to see Zayn, frowning in disapproval. “Oh, it’s completely the opposite Samantha. You aren’t a loser, and we don’t mind a bit. You’ve got a ridiculous point of view.”

My face was redder than spaghetti sauce. I cannot believe this. They weren’t going to give up so easy, were they?

I huffed. “Would you like my cell number? I’ll call you or something if I need someone.” What was I doing. Offering my number to a celebrity. A smile spread across my face as both of the boys pulled out their iPhones. I retrieved mine out of my pocket as well.

We all exchanged numbers pretty fast, and I finally said thank you. To my relief, both of them just waved and smiled and said bye as they walked away, down the pebble road lined with tiny little daisies and clovers.

The grass looked greener, the sky a little bluer, and the sun a little brighter as I closed my porch door. I sunk down against the wall and ended up with my head resting on my arms up against my knees. I felt like I was going to hurl. I just needed a shower, a little time to process what had just happened. 


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