CHAPTER 1
You meet thousands of people who mean absolutely nothing to you over the course of a life time, but then you meet that one person who changes your life forever.
It may be unexpected, you might not see it coming. But with just one glance you know you’ll never be the same again. Your entire universe has been altered, the path of your life shifted.
For me that person happened to be Zayn Malik from One Direction.
“Please don’t make me go, I can stay here by myself, you know I’ll be good!” I begged my mum, sticking my bottom lip out and pulling puppy dog eyes. My heavy suitcase blocking the door in a feeble attempt not to leave.
My dad was waiting outside in his stupid expensive audi, I didn’t want to go at all.
“It’s not about me not trusting you or your behaviour chaimaa, I’m not leaving you home alone for an entire month while Dave and I are on our honeymoon in America okay” Mum said sternly, her eyes narrowing, not budging at all.
“But mum” I pleaded, grabbing her arm and pulling on it like a whiny child.
“No buts chaimaa, we have to be at Heathrow airport in a few hours. Plus it will be good for you to spend some time with your dad considering you never do anymore and it will be fun being on tour with One Direction, you’ll feel like a rockstar” her unconvincing smile said it all.
A month away from my school, my friends, my life and being on a tour bus with my dad would be fun? Who was she kidding.
“I hate One Direction” I glared at her, punctuating each word with resentment.
Those stupid boys took up all my dad’s time and he barely even bothered with me anymore. They were all pricks as far as I was concerned.
“I know you do darling” and with a sigh I was in her arms again for one last hug before she abandoned me.
“Now promise me you’ll try and get along with your dad and One Direction” she looked down at me, brushing my long brown hair out of my eyes lovingly.
“I promise mum” I mumbled incoherently, picking my bag off the floor and opening the front door, a gust of freezing cold wind slapping me in the face.
Typical English weather.
“I love you chaimaa, I’ll call you when Dave and I land” She yelled at me sheltering behind the door to avoid the winter air.
“Love you too mum” I replied, slamming the boot and hopping into the passenger seat of my dad’s car.
“Hi chaimaa” Dad smiled nervously at me, his hands fidgeting on the steering wheel.
“Don’t call me that” I muttered my voice like chipped ice.
He ignored me and chirpily said “So are you excited for a month on the road with me and the boys?” as if I had come by choice not by force.
“Uh no” I bluntly stated my jaw clenching. I didn’t care if I sounded rude.
“well the boys can’t wait to meet you, I’ve told them all about you.”
“Yes because I’m sure five cocky, big headed, asshole teenagers who happen to be in a boy band and be ridiculously famous just can’t wait to meet me, the daughter of their manager. I’m just so exciting after all” I snarled sarcastically, god my dad was such a dick.
He looked a bit taken back by my response. “Why do you always have to be like this chaimaa?” He sighed shaking his head at me.
“Well maybe if you hadn’t of left mum and I, and then decided that a boy band was more important than your own daughter we might’ve had an actually nice father daughter relationship” I shouted furiously, my eyes shooting daggers at him.
He said nothing, just started the car and drove out of the driveway and onto the road.
The silence filled the space in the car between us, so I got my ipod out and unwound my headphones, putting them in.
I needed to hear Ed Sheeran, he always calmed me down.
I let my head fall to rest against the window and curled my feet up onto the seat.
There was just something about dad that made me so mad. Whenever I saw him we always got into an argument, it was inevitable.
I couldn’t help but rage at him, even if I only had to see him for a day.
How the hell was I going to last a month, not only with him but five boys that I detested by default on a tour bus.
Kill me now.
