I managed!

I'm Summer. Summer Doth. I know, weird name, but that's the least of my worries right now. I'm dating a footballer, I'm a singer, my Dad's a manager.

But the problem is who he manages.

You guessed it; One Direction.

Urggghh, right?...................................that's what I THOUGHT?

Soon enough, things change..But is it for the better?

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5. Different? Nahhh

Zayn's POV

 

I called Liam telling him to come pick us up at the train station. Not the one we got on the train at, the one after that. I looked next to me to find Summer smiling at me. I laughed and smiled, too. At least she doesn't hate me, but I know she doesn't like me. Well, not in the way I hoped.

 

''Liam will be here soon.'' I called out when I got off the phone with Liam. She nodded, heading for the nearest bench, and setting down. I followed her and sat down next to her.

 

''Zayn, I really didn't mean what I said. I don't hate you. Maybe just as a band and the music isn't too AMAZING, we DO have different tastes, but...you're alright.'' She noted, as I nodded.

 

''I know, but I felt all weird, so I ran.'' I admitted, blushing a little. She giggled, making my head jerk up. ''What?!''

 

''I MADE ZAYN MALIK BLUSH!'' She sang loudly, doing a little victory dance. I laughed, and shrugged.

 

''You've got the power.'' I joked, winking in a joke full way, making her laugh.

 

''You know, you're pretty cool.'' She tilted her head, smiling. I smiled.

 

''Tell me about it.'' I sighed, laughing. She gasped sarcastically, covering her mouth.

 

''I expected a 'thanks'.'' She said turning her back to me, putting her hand up in a talk-to-the-hand way, as I chuckled, high-5-ing her. She turned around quickly, surprised, giggling.

 

''GUYS! ZAYN!'' I could hear Louis scream, running towards us. I hugged them all, smiling widely.

 

''Zayn?! What were you thinking?!'' Mr Doth spluttered, waving his arms around the place, making us all break down in hysterics.  He just gave us all a questioning look, before shrugging and going in for a hug too.

 

I guess things aren't too bad, then.

 

''Well, we better get home. The girls are meeting me soon.'' Summer announced.

 

''Girls?'' I frowned.

 

''Oh, I'm in a band.'' She continued as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

 

Oh. I laughed at myself, nodding.

 

''She's in Starz. Love those girls.'' Harry beamed. Of course, Harry WOULD know a girl band, seeing as it had GIRLS in it. I shook my head before turning to the car.

 

 

***

 

It was 12:24 and Summer was still not home. I sat watching a movie, but I wasn't really paying much attention, I was just thinking about Summer. I still couldn't believe she was in a band, so I decided to search them up.

 

I went on the computer, searching up Straz and a few pictures of Summer and four other girls came up. I smiled as they all posed, but the thing is that they have no idea how much alike our bands are. There was a picture of them all being silly, which made me laugh. A blond girl was lying on the floor pretending to scream, and Summer was pretending to shoot her with an imaginary gun. Then there were two brunettes sucking there thumbs and pretending to be babies laying on top of each other. I chuckled quietly before clicking on one of their songs.

 

I listened to the song, and when it ended, my jaw dropped.

 

 

It sound like C'mon C'mon by us. It was amazing, though. But...didn't she say that we had completely different taste in music? I brushed it off my shoulders as the sound of rattling keys disrupted the silence. I turned around as Summer came in through the door.

 

''Hey Summer.'' I whispered, trying not to wake anyone up.

 

''Hiya.'' She exclaimed, smiling.

 

''Just heard one of your songs. Come With Me, I think it was called?''

 

''Oh, right. Do you like it?'' I nodded and beckoned her over.

 

''Listen to this.'' I searched up our song and watched as her expression changed, slowly.

 

''Oh...my....god.'' She breathed when it ended. I raised my eyebrows and nodded very slowly.

''Maybe our taste in music...isn't so different.'' She giggled.

 

Oh, that giggle WILL be the death of me.

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