…….

After a long flight, I dragged myself out of the plane, and into the waiting area.

Talk about pooped. I had one baby screaming the whole flight, and a snoring rhinoceros sleeping next to me. I thanked the lord, I had loud speakers, and One Direction to keep me sane.

I walked over to baggage claim as I pulled out all of my luggages.

“Excuse me.” I tapped on a random person’s shoulder.

“I know this is really stupid, but would you mind helping me carry these to a car?” I peered up at him, and down at the floor, noticing he was really hot…quaff, dark shades, and all.

“What…oh sure. How did ya manage to carry all of these into the airport anyway?” He teased as he dragged the cart of luggage’s near Dana’s car.

Dana sat in her Camaro bopping her head to her music, as she turned, seeing me and the stranger with my luggage’s. Her eyes widened as she jolted open the door.

I dropped all my belongings on the floor, as I ran over to her, almost tipping each other over. We squealed, but stopped as soon as the unknown hot stranger cleared his throat.

“Oh wow…sorry.” I grabbed some of the bags, loading them in the trunk.

As I loaded the last luggage, I looked up at the stranger.

He had midnight black glasses on, so you weren’t able to see his eyes, or face really. Skinny jeans, a white shirt, and a big leather jacket. As I stared at the stranger I noticed he didn’t have any bags on him.

“Did you not bring any luggage’s?”

“Yeah I did…but they shipped me luggage’s to the hotel already.”

“Oh…well sorry for the hassle.” As he smiled, I heard a roar of screams.

“OH MY GOD IT’S HIM!!!!!”

“Shit..” Was all he could mutter, before stuffing Dana, himself and I in the car.

“DRIVE!”

“OKAY OKAY..” Dana panicked, pulling the car out, and speeding off to the highway.

“I’ve run into yet another famous celeb..and who might you be..” He chuckled, before removing his glasses, and my mouth almost hit the floor.

Zayn Malik…

Am I dreaming? I pinched myself, but…nothing…felt that pinch.

“I think my dreams have finally come true. Zayn Malik is in our car.” As soon as I said Zayn, Dana hit the brakes and shot her head around.

Her cheeks reddened as she noticed, her celebrity husband was sitting in the backseat of her very own car. “Oh my god…” She mumbled, continuing to drive after being honked at 700 times.

“Yesterday..i met Niall…today…I meet you.”

“You met Niall!!!” Dana shrieked.

“Niall! Yeah he’s in New York isn’t he?” Zayn nodded.

“Yea! He lives in my building…I found out today…He gave me this…hold on…I haven’t even read it yet..” I fished into my back pocket, taking out a piece of folded paper.

In it wrote:

Never got a chance to ask what your name was..Maybe while you’re in London..we can catch up again! 07433-849274…

I handed Zayn the paper, and he chuckled, before handing it back to me.

“That’s him, actually, give me a moment.” He took out his phone, tapping a contact, and holding the phone out in front of him. FaceTime?

“CRAZY MOFO….!!!” He smiled, as Niall cheered.

“ZAYN! What’s happenin?”

“You mean vas happenin?” He winked, before continuing his sentence.

“So, you’ll never guess what happen. I was at the airport, comin back in, and I was tryin not to be caught my fans, or paparazzi, yeh and as I tried to leave some young lady asks for my help with her luggage. Mind I have my shades on, so she doesn’t notice who I am…She had like 5 luggage’s…”

“OI! Me too! Today, some girl who lived in me flat was makin all this noise, pulling her luggage’s down …She was fit, mate…like super fit…Gave her my number, but she hasn’t rung…Don’t even know her name..” He laughed.

“Yea..well..as I was helping her load the luggage into her friends boot, all these fans came out of nowhere, so im in here, away from the car park …but guess who it is…”

“Who?” Zayn passes the phone over to me and I center it, so I don’t look awkward holding it.

“Hi!!” I smile

“It’s YOU! Directioner’s lucky day….”

“It must of rubbed off Niall..” I laugh before handing the phone back over to Zayn.

“Alright mate, I’m heading off, the lads will probably see ya next week yeh?”

“Right…catch ya later, BYE…what’s her name?” He whispers.

“Lia!, and I think her friends name Dana…yup…Lia.” He laughs, and I nod.

“Bye Lia!” He laughs before ending the call.

As we neared Dana’s house, I turned to Zayn.

“Well… I don’t think paparazzi’s gonna find you here? You can stay for as long as you’d like.”

“That’d be great actually, management told me their shipping my bags anywhere else, fans already all camped out.”

“Wow…that fast..”

“Yeh..so you wouldn’t mind having me stay here right?...Actually… I should be asking you..” He turns his attention to Dana, who flusters, while driving.

“Me...Nope…Don’t mind at all….Stay as long as you’d like I don’t mind…trust me.” She looked back at him through the front mirror.


“Thanks so much.”

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