Serendipity

Chapter 2

“Oh no!” I cried wiping the creamy substance off of me. “I'm so sorry!” a thick British accent said. He managed to catch a tissue that was still floating in the air and began wiping my arms with it. “It's okay,” I said taking the tissue from him.

I felt a bit awkward having some random guy wiping up a beverage off of me. I was so full of embarrassment that I didn't even notice who this “random guy” was. I looked up and found myself staring at Zayn Malik of all people. He was talking, but I had no idea what he was going on about. I was too shocked to even understand the words that were coming out of his mouth.

“Sorry, what?” I asked snapping back to hear him say something along the lines of “my shirt.” He smiled. “I said, do you want my shirt?” he repeated. “Oh, um, it's really no big deal. I'll be fine,” I said pulling on my now soaked hoodie away from my body. “oh please,” he said, and began taking off his shirt. “You really don't have to...” I trailed off. He handed me his shirt, “do that...” I finished. “Too late,” he said smirking. I reached for his shirt “What are you going to wear?” I asked. “I have clothes in the car” he said shivering a bit. Why wouldn't he? It was 40 degrees out. “Well, you better hurry” I said looking worried. He laughed, “I think YOU should hurry,” he said eying me up and down.

I looked down at myself, he was right. As much as I hated stealing Zayn's shirt, I could not walk around looking like this. “Thank you!” I yelled out running back in to Dairy Queen.

I ran as fast as I could to the washrooms, which were thankfully located near the exit. I ran in to a stall and wiped myself down with a bunch of tissue and water. Thankfully, it was only my hoodie that was covered in the creamy substance, not me. I pulled his shirt over my head and couldn't help but inhale the scent of his cologne. I immediately hated myself. How could I have been so stupid? I made a fool of myself within seconds of meeting him and I was not looking cute at all during those moments. What's done can't be undone I thought to myself as I walked out of the stall to take a look at myself in the mirror. My wavy brown hair was a disheveled wreck from the wind and the changing of clothes. I quickly smoothed it out as best as I could and splashed my face with water to look at least a little more presentable. When I stepped out of Dairy Queen for the second time that day, I scanned the area in hopes of seeing Zayn. He was no where to be found. I sighed sadly as I walked to my car to find a plastic bag that I could put my hoodie in. After ditching my hoodie in the trunk of my car, I decided to browse around for Zayn once more before driving off with his shirt. I decided to sit on one of the benches placed right outside of Dairy Queen in case Zayn decided to come back for God knows what reason. My phone buzzed with a text as I sat down.

Amelia: you home yet?

I thought for a second. I surely couldn't tell her I was wandering around downtown running in to celebrities and making a fool of myself at 8pm, could I? I hated lying, but it had to be done.

Yes, is everything okay?

My phone buzzed with a reply almost immediately.

Amelia: yeah, we're watching movies. We might drive to McDonald’s with Sarah's mom in a bit though.

Lucky duck, I thought to myself as my stomach grumbled. I quickly texted her back going over the rules of how she should be polite and not order much and to stay with Sarah's mom the whole time. I could be a little over protective, but that was only because I didn't want my sister, who could be stupid sometimes get in to any trouble. While I texted her back, I sensed Zayn's scent. It was definitely a lot stronger than when I put his shirt on. I didn't pay much attention to it though. After sending my text I looked up to leave when I saw Zayn sitting beside me on the bench smiling like a freak. I did a double take.

“You scared me!” I exclaimed. “Why?” he asked laughing. “I just wasn't expecting you to be here, that's all,” I said suddenly feeling very aware of where I was and who I was talking to. “Sorry about that run in,” he said turning back to where we first ran in to each other. “It's no big deal, sorry about your shirt,” I replied tugging at it. “No worries, it looks better on you anyway,” he said smirking. I looked away to avoid blushing and being all awkward. “Thanks,” I mumbled. “So, are you going to let me buy you a replacement or what?” he asked raising an eyebrow. “No way, that was an accident and you've already done enough,” I said. “Are you kidding?” he asked standing up. “It would be quite un-gentlemanly of me to not replace your order.” he said. “Yes but...” I trailed off as I saw a group of girls making their way out of Dairy Queen. “What?” he asked turning around to see what I was looking at. “You might want to make a run for it,” I said.

He looked a bit torn between wanting to run and sticking around to satisfy the fans. He turned back to look at me. “You're right,” he said and grabbed my arm pulling me in the opposite direction of the girls.