I curled up on the couch while I put an old DVD in. It was one that we took, it had a bunch of random memories on it. This one was the one of my first Christmas here. I watched everyone's reactions and smiled. This brought a smile on my face and tears seemed to swell up my eyes. I miss those days. Now all it seems to be is me thinking about how long I'm going to get to be with them. I hate saying bye to them.
The thunder and lighting made me hide in my closet. I hated thunder. It always seemed to scare the crap. I felt my body shiver from the fear. Ever since I was little I had a fear of thunder only because when I was three I was almost stuck by it.
By morning the sun was beaming through the crack of the closet. I groaned in pain as I stretched my legs. I took a shower and changed into fresh clothes. Afterwards I decided to take a walk around town. I came across a club. I heard music blaring from inside and it peeked my interest. I walked inside and my eyes took a few minutes to adjust to the dark room with bright lights. I was in shook to see such an amazing place like this.
"Ohhh!" I heard a girl with a southern accent scream looking at me. She was with two other girls. One was smoking and the other had blue hair. The girl comes over to me and wraps her arm around me pulling me towards the others. "I've never seen you around town before, are you new?"
"No shit she's new, Angie." The one smoking sassed.
"Shove it Alexy." Angie hissed. Her breath smelt of alcohol.
"Close your mouth your breath stinks." The one with blue hair said pinching her nose.
"Shut up Misery." Angie yelled.
"What's your name?" Alexy asked me.
"Z-Zoey..." I muttered.
I don't think I could ever forget my first impression of Angie. I hated her. I thought she was just another sad pathetic whore. Then after awhile she started to let me in on why she's the way she is. That was when I started feeling bad for her. Soon we ended up becoming friends. I heard a loud yell coming off the t.v. I looked up and noticed it was Louis goofing off again. I started paying attention and realized it was the time the boys were talking to be about my "love" life or lack of really. Of course Zayn made sure to put his smart ass comment in saying that the reason I don't have a love life is because I spend so much time with my nose in a book or out at the club with Angie.
It took me forever to escape that club. Maybe it was a bad idea to go in there. I really don't like that Angie girl. That Misery girl seems a bit childish, and Alexy just scareed me. I mumbled under my breath until I saw the most perfect thing ever. The Library. I walked inside and noticed there was like five floors of endless amounts of books. I was so fangirling on the inside. I went up to the third floor where the Manga section was. I went straight towards the romance section. After getting some books I found myself a corner and started reading. Just as I was almost done with the last book I noticed legs in front of me.
"May I help you?" I asked not taking my eyes away from the book.
"You know it's rude to not look at the person you are talking to." He said smartassly.
I looked up to see a guy with tattoos on his arm. He was wearing sunglasses and his hair was perfectly quiffed.
"That's better." He smirked.
"Is there something you want or are you just always this nice?" I smiled smartassly.
"That book." He said with the smirk never leaving his face.
I stood up with the book in my hand. Our bodies were inches apart. I looked straight into his eyes as he took his sunglasses off. Our eyes didn't seem to break away for minutes. Then he took the book out of my hands and walked away. I growled and flipped him off.
"Maybe later sweetheart." He said without even looking back. How the hell did he see that?!
I sat back down feeling defeated. I hated that feeling. I growled again. I decided to go get some new books to read and I bumped into Louis. He looked surprised to see me but gave me a tight hug. We went back to my little corner and started talking. I told him about the guy that stole my book and he couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" I whined.
"That asshole, his name is Zayn." He chuckled.
"Is he your friend?" I asked.
"Yeah." He smiled.
"He's still an ass." I muttered causing Louis to laugh more shaking his head.
After a bit Louis caught sight of him again and left me. I watched as they talked and laughed. This caught my attention when they looked over at me. Louis smiled his soft warm kind smile while Zayn smirked his evil devil smirk at me. I groaned.
I frowned. My first impression of Zayn stayed for the longest time. All the way until one day I was under a tree during a storm. It was so dark that I didn't know where I was. I was crying because of the thunder. I cuffed my hands over my ears and cried. Then I felt someone lift me up in their arms. The next thing I remember was waked up in Zayn's bed. It was a complete shock to me really.