It Wasn't Planned

This is the sixth month that Chris has been living with the Malik family. Patricia Malik and Chris' mother used to be best friends and when Chris wanted a break from America, this is where she came. Bradford, England with the Malik family other than Zayn majorly because of his tours. Chris didn't care much about One Direction, but as she gets closer with Zayn things might start to change. Will Zayn and Chris finally date before she has to leave? Her time is only halfway gone, but the boys leave for their next tour soon...


1. Chapter 1

When I first came to England months ago, I was scared that it wouldn't be at all what I was expecting it to be. I was right.

I thought England would be all snobs and rich people, but laying around lazy and enjoying a good time. There are still some snobby rich people, but most of the people here are nice and well-respected. There isn't as much poverty or dirtiness throughout the streets as America, and no one is really lazy.

Some of the things were what I expected them to be though. These include the popularity of the Amusement Parks, the glamour of One Direction, and the fun at all of the clubs. See when I got here from America, I didn't have any friends waiting for me.

Now my closest friend is the one I'm living with - Doniya Malik. Doniya is such a down to earth, crazy, hysterical person and I love her to death. We spend so much time together every day and it's like we were meant to be sisters.

I know what you're thinking though. How can I be such great friends with Doniya Malik and not even mention her famous brother Zayn Malik? It's pretty easy.

I didn't even meet Zayn until two weeks ago - and I've been here for almost six months. He's been on tour with his singing group or whatever. Don't get me wrong it's not that I don't like One Direction, it's just that I don't understand why they get so much hype and publicity when in my opinion they don't deserve it.

I have to say though - when I met Zayn it was...interesting.


"Pssst. Hey you," I feel a tap on my shoulder.

"What?" I groan, rolling over. My mouth is covered and I look up to see Zayn Malik staring at me.

"Don't scream," His eyes are wide. I brush his hand away annoyed.

"I'm not going to scream," i laugh dryly. "I don't care for your famousness," I brush him off.

"Then why are you, a total stranger, sleeping in my bed?" He questions, arms crossed.

"Oh, you know, I was sleeping on the streets and your bedroom window was unlocked. I figured I'd get some sleep in a real bed," I lie.

"Really?" He asks sensitively.

"No you doof," I laugh. "My name is Chris," I hold my hand out.

"You're Chris?" He questions.

"That's my name don't wear it out," I reply, pulling my hair into a bun. "Anyways it's good to finally meet you. Your family is great," I say politely and start walking out of the room.

"Hey!" He calls after me, trying to catch up. "You lied to me," He accuses.

"I tricked you. You're very gullable," I point out.

"Well it wasn't very nice," He pretends to  pout.

"Awww lover boy is upset. Sorry I don't walk on eggshells to save your feelings," I smile, walking down the stairs.

We talk for the rest of the day and start to actually see what we are like. Zayn talks about how he's famous and got a car and blah blah blah, but we start to get past all of the superficial stuff and he's actually a decent guy.

When his mom gets home later I head upstairs and I hear her say to him, "Told you she was pretty,"

***End of Flashback***

Zayn and I have seen each other a couple of days since then. His mom told me yesterday that he's staying here with the boys starting on Monday so I'll be staying with Doni and the boys are crashing in Zayn's room and Waliyha's room. (Waliyha left for camp for three weeks).

Well, oh well I guess.

"Doni!!!" I yell down the stairs, having just got out of the shower. I heard the front door open downstairs.

I hear footsteps up the stairs, but the face that meets mine isn't Doniya. "It's just me," Zayn speaks and then sees that I'm in nothing but a towel. A smile creeps across his lips and I hit his shoulder.

"Just you huh?" I ask, walking into his room and shutting the door behind me so that I can change.

"What do you need?" He questions through the door.

"It's none of your concern," I laugh, pulling on leggings.

"Sure it is. Come on Chris, we're friends right?" He asks.

"I was going to have Doniya go get me a coffee," I answer.

"I'm on it," He says.

"You don;t know how i like it!" I call after him, opening the door to find him walking down the stairs already.

"Light and sweet with liquid sugar!" He yells back. My face turns to one of shock. He must be more attentive then I realize.

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