"Oh, my god!" I whispered quietly to myself. "It's really you."
I couldn't believe it. The Zayn Malik from One Direction was standing right in front of me. The guy I've fangirled over, blogged about, had posters of all over my room, and fallen in love with. The guy from my all time favorite boy band was right here in my actual presence.
This couldn't be happening. I could've screamed and fangirled on the spot, but I didn't want to attract any attention or embarrass myself so I just did it all in my head.
I realized I could be imagining this and my brain could be playing tricks on me so I poked Zayn in the chest just to make sure this was all true and actually happening.
"Ow!" he exclaimed with a laugh. "What was that for?"
Oh, my fucking God, he was real. I just poked Zayn Malik in the chest.
"Just making sure you're real and this isn't a dream," I said and laughed awkwardly.
To my surprise, Zayn laughed as well, the sound sending shivers through my body. He smiled and flashed me his perfectly white teeth.
"Love, I assure you I'm 100% real," he said with a smirk.
I felt my face blush, burning and turning red as Zayn stared at me with amusement clear on his face. Was he flirting with me? It didn't matter because I was soon lost in his beautiful chocolate brown eyes and everything else in the world seemed to fade away.
"So, where you headed?" he asked, bringing me back to reality.
"Home," I answered quickly.
Why was I acting so nervous around him? I mean, come on. He's only in the biggest boy band in the planet. Oh, crap.
"Need a ride?" he asked.
But before I could answer he took my hand and led me to a black motorcycle that was parked right in front of the store. I stared at it and back at Zayn nervously. He gave me a reassuring smile and took his seat on the motorcycle. I cautiously approached the motorcycle and he passed me a helmet.
"You ever ridden a motorcycle before?" he asked as I sat behind him and wrapped my arms around his slim waist. It felt so nice to have my arms wrapped around him.
"No, but I've always wanted to," I said excitedly.
I didn't know why I was so nervous before. Zayn kicked up the stand and revved the engine.
Suddenly, we were zooming down the road so fast I shut my eyes and hung on tighter to Zayn for dear life. I heard him laugh over the rushing air as he accelerated.
After a while it didn't seem so scary anymore and I managed to open my eyes. I was actually liking it and was disappointed when we reached my apartment complex. I wanted to ride with Zayn on his motorcycle forever with my arms around him, but I knew that couldn't happen.
He parked the motorcycle in front of the complex and took his helmet off and put it on the handle of the motorcycle as I did the same. Zayn took one glance at the complex and surprised me by following me inside and up to my shabby apartment. It was all I could afford anyway.
I unlocked the door and walked in with Zayn close behind me.
"Nice place," he commented as he looked around.
I laughed as I threw the album on the couch.
"Don't lie. I know how crappy it is," I joked.
Zayn smiled at me and I felt chills again. He looked out the window at Central Park where all the families and couples were hanging about.
I never liked that window.
"You got family or friends coming over for Christmas?" he asked, still looking out the window.
I sat down on the couch which was next to the window and sighed. I wasn't going to have fun saying this.
"No family. And I currently don't have any friends in school right now-"
"Wait what?" Zayn switched his attention to me and sat on the couch.
"You're still in school?"
I fiddled with my fingers, avoiding his gaze.
"Well, to start things off, yes, I do go to school. I'm 18 and in my Senior year of high school."
"What about your family? Your parents?"
"They died in a car accident when I was really young and I was put in an orphanage. I went through a lot of foster homes growing up. I ran away when I was 15 because I thought no one would ever want to adopt me. I never met any other family members and they probably don't even know I exist."
I carelessly let a tear escape my eye and Zayn wiped it away with his thumb. I was surprised at how caring he was being since we were technically strangers and he didn't know anything about me at all. He was being so sweet.
"Don't cry," he said and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
I tried not to squeal at the unexpected, but also pleasant gesture.
"Then, how do you live here?" he asked, breaking the nice silence.
"I lied about my age when I moved here. I gave them a fake birth certificate."
Zayn was silent for a while.
Great, he probably thought I was a big mess, a screwup. Another tear seeped out of my eye and ran down my cheek, but Zayn wiped it away again.
He grabbed my chin gently and lifted it up so we were face to face and I came in contact with his sorrowful and concerned eyes. Then, he smiled at me and it made my insides flutter.
"How would you like to spend Christmas Eve with me and the lads tomorrow?" he asked.
I couldn't believe what he was saying. Spend Christmas Eve with One Direction? I almost fell off the couch, but I did have one concern.
"Oh, I couldn't. I don't want to be a bother. And it's Louis' birthday and-"
He pressed a finger to my lips before I could continue.
"Nonsense! You're coming and that's final! Louis won't mind anyway. He's a cool guy."
Zayn awkwardly pulled his finger away from my mouth and I couldn't help, but smile at his friendly invitation.
"Okay. So, what are we gonna do?" I asked and he gave me a cheeky smile.
"Well, we're planning on going out to a club. You up for it?"
"Sounds like fun!" I exclaimed.
It was obvious I didn't get out much and I felt embarrassed by my over enthusiasm, but Zayn just laughed.
"Can I see your phone?" he asked and I handed him my iPhone.
I watched as he added his and the boys numbers to my contacts and handed it back to me. I was stunned at first, but then quickly put it back in my pocket.
"Now we can stay in touch," he said and winked at me.
"Thanks," I said and tried not to blush.
We both stood up and I followed Zayn to the door and we both stood under the doorway together.
"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow...uh..."
I completely forgot to tell him my name and I felt so stupid and embarrassed.
"Sarah. My name's Sarah," I said with an awkward laugh.
"Sarah," said Zayn to himself before breaking into a big smile.
Hearing my name coming out of Zayn's mouth was the most beautiful sound in the world. I found myself smiling back as I slowly closed the door and Zayn was gone.
I leaned against the door and slid down until I sat on the floor and sighed. I had just met Zayn Malik and am going to spend Christmas Eve with One Direction tomorrow. My life had finally taken a turn for the best.
So what do you guys think?! Sorry this chapter was boring and more about Sarah, but I wanted to put more info out about her so Zayn could learn more about her. Also, I'm not doing P.O.V's in this fanfic. Sorry, don't hate me!