A Twist of Fate (1D series - Book one)

"Classical music is the kind we keep thinking will turn into a tune.” ~ Kin Hubbard

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A ЂώζЅŧ of Fate ♪ Thirty-two

“Just leave it,” Zayn said as he helped me pack what I needed for my five-day trip back to London.

“You sure you’re able to cope with all these bags?” I asked anxiously.

He rolled his eyes, “What do you see me as? A pretty boy who can’t even lift his finger to help his girlfriend take care of her luggage?”

I chuckled, “I’m sorry! Of course not!” I walked over and gave him a kiss. “I’m going to miss you,” I pouted.

“So am I,” he sighed.

“Now,” I pointed a finger at him. “You better not look at another girl when I’m not around.”

He chuckled, “We shall see.”

I narrowed my eyes, “if I…”

He kissed me deeply, “I wouldn’t dare,” he said after he drew apart. “And why would I want to do that when I have the best girl in the entire world?”

I rolled my eyes and blushed.

“On the other hand,” he said. “Take care of yourself k?”

“You worry I’ll get lost in London?” I teased.

“No… but,” he said. “Stay out of the public as much as you can.”

I nodded.

“If the fans give you any problem, contact the company straight away. Or,” he paused. “Call me, I will get Jenson to send you some security.”

“I’ll be fine,” I assured him.

“Maybe I should get Danielle to keep an eye on you,” he pondered.

“She’ll not be in town,” I laughed. “She’s off to Barcelona.”

“Oh, right.”

“I’ll be fine, Zayn.”

He grabbed me into a hug. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I mumbled through his hair.

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This was my second time in London.

First time was to meet Jenson to join One Direction. Now, to go for audition at RCM.

It had been five months since I was away from home. It was a good feeling to be back. Technically, London was not home. But the people were home. The accents, the people, the dressing fashion, the food and the behaviours of people. Culture was different everywhere. It was fascinating and fun to learn about different cultures but I could not help feeling nostalgic.

The first thing I did when I landed was to send a message to Zayn to let him know I had arrived safely. The time difference was still getting to me bad.

We would be staying at Colin’s place. This guy actually had his own apartment in London – I could not believe it. He was only twenty two!

“Are you fine with travelling on the Tube?”

“Why not?” I shrugged.

“My car’s back in my garage,” he said. “I can drive from thereon.”

“Okay…”

I followed him since I was still new to London.

His flat was a comfortable for a small family and it faced the nice park opposite. And true to his word, he had five guitars at home.

“My dad left them here,” he said.

“Does your dad stay over?” I asked.

“Sometimes, but rarely. So don’t worry he’ll drop by,” he chuckled.

“I don’t meeting him though…”

He rolled his eyes, “Yeah, everybody wants to meet Julian Lennon.”

“Sorry…” Colin hated to be linked to his father. He wanted to be known as himself.

“How about your mom?” I asked.

“She stays out of London,” he said. “In Manchester.”

“Manchester?”

“Yeah, your place.”

“Oh…”

“A pity we won’t be stopping by Manchester…”

“Don’t we have time?” I asked.

“Well…,” he pondered. “Actually, we might…”

I grinned, “I’d love to see my mom.”