Two days in Los Angeles with my best friends and I was already having the best time of my life.
It was currently noon and I had just woken up. I took a shower and I was ready to go but however, Noura and Mya were both sound asleep in their rooms.
I made my way to Noura's room and jumped on her bed, screaming for her to wake up. She ended up throwing a pillow at me but I threw it right back at her and went to Mya's room. I did the same thing.
"You guys need to wake up! I want to go to the beach!" I shouted as I walked to the kitchen. I grabbed a granola bar and sat down on a stool. I pulled out my phone to scroll through social media.
About twenty minutes later, both of the girls joined me in the kitchen. Noura was wearing a romper with patterns on it, her brown hair up in a high ponytail. Mya was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, her outfit more identical to mine. Her red hair was left naturally down. I was dressed in a crop top with high waisted shorts and paired it off with simple flip flops.
After eating, we made our way to Noura's car parked outside. We sat inside and jammed out to music while driving to the beach. One thing I hated though was the stupid LA traffic, it takes forever to get to your destination.
As soon as I heard pillow talk come on the radio, I nearly fell off my seat. I started to fan girl as I reached over to turn the volume much louder.
"CLIMB ON BOARD!" I screamed out the lyrics. The windows of the car were rolled down, making other drivers give me weird and strange looks.
Forty minutes later we had arrived at the beach. I jumped out of the car and took off my flip flops, holding it in my hands as I ran towards the sand.
"Wait up!" I heard Mya say from behind me as her and Noura jogged to catch up with me.
I let the sand get in between my toes as we walked along the water, my two friends walking beside me. We happily chatted, enjoying the weather and each other's company.
We stopped an old couple and asked them to take a picture of all three of us. After that, we thanked them and they said something before walking away.
"You guys be careful!" The old woman pointed her finger at us.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I glanced at Noura and Mya, and back at the old couple. "Why?" I asked.
"Apparently there's a celebrity here!" The old man said. "There's little girls running around with their phones and screaming."
"Do you know who's here?" Mya questioned, a hopeful look on her face. She was probably hoping that Justin Bieber was here.
"I don't know, some worthless celebrity that young girls are obsessed with these days." The elderly woman with grey hair shrugged her shoulders. "All these new celebrities are very weird, it was much better back in my time. When I was a teenager, I was deeply in love with this one cel—"
"No one wants to hear that Sharon!" The woman's husband exclaimed.
"Oh hush Frank!" The two started to argue as they walk away.
"Who do you think is here?" Noura asks.
"I don't know." I answer.
"Do you wanna go look for them?" Mya suggests.
"No I don't want to!" I whine. "If a celebrity was here we would see paparazzi or fans!"
"True," Mya agrees.
We continue walking along the sand, the hot sun burning my eyes.
I wish I had brought sunglasses, I thought to myself.
Our peaceful moment of walking was interrupted when we heard girls screaming. I looked over, bringing my attention to their conversation.
"WHERE DID HE GO?!" One of the girls who looked twelve screamed at her friend. "MY MOM IS SUPPOSE TO PICK ME UP IN A FEW MINUTES YOU SAID HE WAS HERE!"
"That's what an update account said on Twitter!" Her friend told her.
I raised my eyebrows and turned my attention away from them. Kids.
Suddenly, I felt myself bump into someone. The impact made me fall into the sand, my butt hitting the ground. I groaned in pain to see a tall figure hovering over me.
It was a man. He had a beard on his face with a hat covering his hair and forehead, a huge pair of black sunglasses also covered his eyes. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt that covered his arms in this hot weather.
"Fayza?!" He asked as he bent down to help me up. His voice sounded awfully familiar. The scent of his cologne hit my nostrils while he helped me stand up.
"And who are you?" I question, trying to wipe away the sand from my clothes. I look over to see Mya and Noura awkwardly standing beside me but I turn my attention back to the man.
It took me by surprise when he grabbed my wrist and started to drag me somewhere.
"What the fuck?!" I yell. "Stop!" I tried to pull away from his grip but it was no use since he was holding onto my wrist tightly. I look over to see both of the girls running up to my side.
"Um, mister man? You can't just drag our friend away!" Mya shouted but the man just gave her a look and continued walking.
A few moments later we were at a much more isolated area. We were at a shady area near a bunch of trees, where not much people were at. Just a few children and a mom having a picnic a few feet away from us.
"Can I fucking help you?" I pulled my wrist away from him.
"Fayza this guy seems like a creep we should run." Noura whispered in my ear but it was loud enough for him to hear.
A small laugh escaped his lips and he lowered his glasses, uncovering his eyes. My eyes widen and I gasp as he puts his sunglasses back on.
"Zayn?!" I shout but he quickly covers my mouth.
"Shh!" He quiets me down. "I don't want to blow my cover. I just got mobbed earlier but luckily I lost the paparazzi and the fans. I do not want to get mobbed again." He pulls his hands away from my mouth.
"Sorry," I apologized. "But I didn't think I would see you again!" I reach up to hug him, his arms wrapping around my waist to hug me back. I grinned, holy fuck.
"What a surprise." He smiled as we pulled away from our hug.
I look over to see Mya and Noura with shocked faces and mouths dropped open.
"Oh my gosh," Mya whispered.
"You're Zayn Malik!" Noura exclaimed and I gave her a glare.
"Shut up!" I tired to shush her but they both started fan girling like maniacs. Zayn awkwardly stood there, an uncomfortable look on his face. "Guys shush!" I told them again.
"Sorry," Mya said. "Can we get a picture?"
Zayn smiled. "Yeah, of course."
Both Mya and Noura took a selfie with him and would not stop fan girling.
"I love your new song, um pillow things!" Noura exclaimed. I turned and gave her a long stare. "What?"
"Pillow things?" I shook my head at her. "You mean pillow talk."
"Yeah that!" Noura giggled.
"Okay, how about I'll meet you guys in the car! We can go get something to eat after this, yeah?" I tell the girls.
"But—" Mya tried to protest but I interrupted her.
"Okay, meet you there!"
Mya and Noura sighed and started to walk off towards the direction of where the car was parked. I turned my attention back to Zayn and smiled at him.
"Sorry about them." I nervously chuckled.
"It's fine," he smiled. "I didn't expect to see you here at all, wow a small world huh?"
"Yeah, I'm here on vacation." I replied.
"That's good." He said before his phone dinged. He looked down at the notification before looking back up at me. "Oh shit, I'm late for a meeting."
"Oh, I'll talk to you later then." I smile at him. There is no later, fuck my life.
"Nice seeing you Fay!" He waved at me before walking away.
I sighed, watching him walk away. Holy fucking shit.
I made my way back to where the car was parked and sat in the back seat, both girls immediately attacking me with comments about how they were freaking out.
I did not expect this, at all.