Perfect Stranger

Kylie Jenner flees to London to get a break from her life in the spotlight but here she meets old friends and somehow it ends up being even crazier than the life she left in Los Angeles…

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3. Chapter 2 - „I knew you were trouble”

Chapter 2 - I knew you were trouble”

Where the fuck are you? You’re gonna miss the beginning of the show. xx

I already told you Hailey - I’m NOT coming. But good luck babe I’m sure you will slay on that runway and I told Shamari to take toooons of pictures. xx

I know but I guess I kinda thought you would show up anyway - what could possibly be better than front row at Marc Jacobs bitch? xx

LOL. I’m at Tesco - shopping for groceries - without being recognized. I could never imagine buying bananas would feel this good. And aren’t you supposed to be walking down a runway right about now? xx

Are you kidding me??? Then by all means. Enjoy. Yeah - last touch ups in hair and makeup and then I’m off. Wish me luck xx

Good luck babe. Make me proud out there. xx

After sending the last text I put my phone back in my pocket and continued my mission. Phish Food, Phish Food, Phish Food, - where is it? This cannot be happening. 

Cookie Dough, Chocolate Fudge, Banana Split, Half Baked, Red Velvet, it was all there but no Phish Food was in sight. Well damn, I guess Chocolate Fudge would have to do then. It wasn’t that Chocolate Fudge wasn’t any good or anything - but you know when you just crave something so deeply. That was how I felt in this moment. I picked up the Ben & Jerry’s ice cream and put it in my cart before heading to the cashiers. 

When I got in line I kept my head done and while waiting for it to be my turn I absently scanned the items on the disk in front of me. And there I noticed what must have been the last Phish Food in the entire store. „You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I muttered under my breath before being able to stop myself. I had been trying to avoid being recognized so this wasn’t entirely thought through. „Excuse me,” the guy in front of me in the queue turned around. I thanked god for remembering wearing my Ray Bans and a cap - and since people wouldn’t be expecting me in London they probably wouldn’t recognize me so easily. „Sorry, it’s nothing,” I quickly stammered avoiding eye contact. 

I looked towards the magazine range which didn’t turn out to be the best idea. „You can’t be serious,” I said as I read through the headline: Kris Jenner taking Tyga to court “He hurt my little girl”. “Bullshit,” I muttered under my breath and felt my heartbeat fasten as the guy once again took notice. „Do you have some sort of issue with me?” He stated and this was when I first noticed who was actually standing in front of me. Looking very pissed off. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

If he was here that meant they were all here - and if they were here that meant tons of screaming teenage girls - and the paparazzi. Oh no. How did this happen? What was the chances that I had picked out my one perfect hiding place and then for all the effort to be ruined because of a fucking boyband. 

It’s not that I didn’t like them. This just ruined my entire plan. It couldn’t be worse. This had been my escape. This could even mean that I would have to go back to LA.  I just couldn’t. 

I had that feeling of being under water with everyone else in the world - but somehow they were all able to breath. All of them except me.

But then I noticed something. 

Zayn was still looking at me blankly - he hadn’t recognized me. Something seemed quite wrong with him though. I knew he wasn’t one to speak much and not the most smiling person in the world - but even in the magazines you couldn’t deny he had a gorgeous face. Those cheekbones. The dazzling eyes. He might as well be a model. But somehow this Zayn wasn’t as attractive as I would have expected him to be. He was just kind of there. Eyes all blank as if he didn’t even care anymore.

„Sorry it’s nothing. I just forgot something,” I replied with a hoarse voice. „I can’t believe it,” he said before turning around and handing the cashier some money. „I can never get a fucking moment of privacy. Not even just shopping for groceries,” Zayn stated before pulling the hoody from his black sweatshirt over his head and leaving the grocery store with his head down.

„Trust me, I know,” I silently whispered before turning my attention towards the cashier.

This couldn’t be good. Meeting him could only mean one thing, trouble.

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