Dear Zayn.

My name is Gabriella Hennessey, I'm 19 years old dancer. I loved to dance, I always have. Dancing is my passion. When I was 17, my mum remarried a man, who didn't always loved me as a daugther. He used to hit me. I've tried to told mum about everything he had done, but she didn't believe me. So I ran away from them. I went to London and that's when I bumped into Danielle Peazer, who is now my bestfriend. She introduced me about the dancing. I've followed my dream to be a dancer so here I am now. I dance to be free, to forget and so that I can have something to love when I feel like nothing loves me. And my life changed, since I met him, Zayn Malik.


16. Chapter 16.

Chapter 16

Gabriella's POV

'All right, have I got:
   a. high colouring that is prone to stubborn spots
   b. delicate pale skin that flushes easily
   c. sallow skin with greasy patches or
   d. none of above?'

After the jogs, we (Zac, Danielle and I) were in one of the famous cafe in London, just off the market square, for having our breakfast, drinking frothy coffee which they served in Pyrex cups and saucers. 

We didn't like the coffee much, but we thought it was American so we swallowed it down. The coffee cane scalding hot and burned the back of your throat, then it get cold and scummy without ever being nice to drink. This cafe was the coolest cafe in town, in our opinion. We used to come here every morning or anytime that we feel like wanted to get cuppa coffee. 

All the flashest motorbikes were parked out the front. Service was slow and the ashtrays only got emptied every other day, but there was a pinball machine next to the door and plastic flowers in a vase on the tables. Coffee was expensive, but ofcourse we could make three cups and shared toasted teacake. Well, you know we the dancers couldn't eat too much stuff. 

Zac was wearing a nice tee, Danielle wearing a black sport bra while me just wearing a pink singlet. We were all wearing our tight shorts. Danielle was sitting opposite me and Zac was next to me. Danielle was reading aloud from the multiple-choice quiz on the Beauty Dos and Don'ts page. 

'Well, what d'you reckon, Gab? What skin type am I then?'

'None of the above, babe', I said cautiously.

'You're a b, definitely', she said circling the answer.

That week it was Sandra's birthday and we were all in town shopping for presents. We had left Lucy and Susan rummaging grimly through the sale bin in Boots. Privately, I was determined that my present would be the best. I thought I had hit the jackpot with the purchase of a Mary Quant blue eyeshadow kit. The colour palette went from pale, almost duck-egg blue of Sandra's own eyes to a gorgeous rich indigo. 

'Hey, Susan Clark. Deydreamer? Wakey-wakey. Are we doing this quiz or not?', Danielle tapped the red Formica tabletop with a teaspoon to get my attention. Zac chuckled beside me. 

'Dont mention her name, please', I protested. 

'Susan Clark. Lucky bitch', hissed Zac without malice, or not much. 

Every one need a common enemy. For Danielle, it was Susan, whom had be teamed up with Harry. I wouldn't say I hated Susan exactly. I was just annoyed because I wanted to be her, and there couldn't be two of us, plus she was insultingly pretty and- this really was the final straw- clearly sweet person. I know she wanted to be with Zayn, but I could do nothing about it. 

Tomorrow we will start our first dancing practice with the boys. And guess what, yesterday before we went home, Zayn had handed me some bags. I was surprised but still accepted the gifts. After I got home, it surprising me even more to see tons of new dancing cloths, some new shorts and two pairs of sneakers. I noticed that they were all from a branded stuff. And I know, they must be quite expensive. But I'm so happy for it. 

Tell you the really chronic thing, I even cheated at multiple choices when I was by myself. Pretending to be better than you really were to other people seemed normal, but trying to kid yourself was weird. I felt furtive and ashamed, just like the time I copied most of my old friend's answers when she sat next to me during a physics test and, by a complete fluke, I got a better mark than her and she knew what I'd done, but she never said a word. Just took her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose in a really disappointed way. I couldn't seem to stop myself. How can I put this? The fact was other girls seemed real to me in a way I didn't feel real to myself. I felt as though I was still making myself up in a hurry, improvising from minute to minute. But the cute thing was I didn't mind feeling scared and unfinished when I was with Danielle. She was strong and definite enough for the both of us.

Sorry for taking such a long time to update this. And sorry for the bad grammar as usually. Hope you like it. Thank you. 

Posted on June 11th 2013.

Hugs, Diamond x

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