No Strings Attached.

No Strings Attached.

The Zayn and Ashley Story.

Ashley's P.O.V

                As soon as I got the call I knew what I had to do. I carefully searched the contents of my closet in search of the bare necessitates I would need in the city. Sure I was contracted a new wardrobe once I had arrived in L.A but it was always a comfort to have something comfortable, something familiar in a world of unfamiliarity. There wasn’t much time my flight was to leave in less than an hour so I scrambled across my entire apartment looking for anything that I thought I would need for the next few months.  

                It wasn’t long after the phone call when the car pulled up down in the street and desperately started honking a horn to make sure i knew it was time to leave. I didn’t want to anger the driver so I made sure my last look around the room wasn’t too time consuming. A sigh escaped my freshly applied lips when out of the corner of my eye I spotted the latest edition of my favourite magazine. I felt pangs in my heart when I looked directly at Zayn, he looked so happy and innocent which was what made this all harder. I had to make him fall for me without falling for him first.

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