So We Meet Again? (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction.)

Chapter 2~ Zayn will find me.

I woke up a bedhead. I drooled all over the side of my pillow. I sat up and checked the clock. It was 8:0'clock! OMG!!! I overslept. Oh well, I always oversleep, but today I slept a little too well. Probably, I was still shocked from the fact that me and Zayn were family friends. I hope to see Zayn one day. That one day could be any day. Today, tomorrow, next year. Any day! I jumped up from my bed, brushed my teeth, threw on something causal as I combed my hair into a high ponytail and ran downstairs. I could smell the brunt of toast and coffee kilometres away. I sat down beside my dad. 

"Bianca! Look at the time! You are gonna be late for school!" my mother scolded at me. It was 8:20 already. I was going to miss the bus! I quickly ate my breakfast, put on my sneakers, grabbed my lunch  and ran out the door without saying goodbye to my parents. 

Pwh! I made it in time until the bus arrived. I made my fare and sat down beside an obese man and a pregnant women. I pulled out the half torn picture from my bag. I pondered why does my parents hate the Maliks so much? Dad mentioned that it had to do something with this picture but he's not telling me anything about it. No clue or hint whatsoever. My parents are hiding something away from me for a long time. It is up to me to find out the truth. 

"AWWWW!!! Who is this cutie pie?" the pregnant women on my left leaned over and asked me.

I swiftly hid the picture away in my backpack and relieved it was my stop.

"No one," I replied and got up hastily.

Ah, John A. MacDonald High school. A school were there are druggies, alcoholics, scholars, and bi- polar students. I wasn't any among those categories. Thank goodness. 

"Hey Bianca," my best friend, Aleesha, called as she rushed up to catch me.

" Hey Aleesha!" I remarked.

"Bianca, have you heard the good news yet?" She exclaimed.

"What news?" I replied back, as I stared at her gorgeous face in the bright sombre sun. 

"One direction are coming to Toronto for a CD signing!" 

My jaw dropped open.

"NO WAY! GET OUT OF HERE!" I screamed.

"YES, THEY ARE NO JOKES AT ALL!" 

There was a solitary moment. Then we started to fan girl over it. People stared at us as they passed by, but we didn't care what they thought or who they are. As we caught our breath. I thought about telling Aleesha about the surprise.

"Hey, I need to tell you something." I started, as I pulled her wrist and swayed her to the back of the school where nobody goes through this ally.

"What is it, Bianca?"

"Um, well. You see yesterday I found this picture," I started as I pulled out the half torn picture of me.

I explained to her about how me and Zayn were family friends back in Bradford until this happened, as I showed her the picture. 

"My father told me that my parents started to hate the Maliks because of some reason and it has to do with this picture." I finished, and handed her the photo.

She stared at it concerned. 

"Hmm..... I've got an idea!" she said, " we could take this picture to the CD signing tomorrow and ask Zayn if he knows anything about it." 

My eyes widen.

"What??? No! That's not possible, is it? That's like one in a 1000 million fans. He won't remember me. The CD singing is tomorrow?' I questioned.

She nodded.

"It can be possible if you only believed in faith." She winked.

I laughed and grabbed Aleesha by her neck and went inside the school. She was a a great friend anyone could ever ask for. Aleesha is what you define as a friend.

The next day was a Saturday. My parents left for work and I was home alone. Finally for the first time ever. I called Aleesha to meet me near my house in an hour so that we could go downtown together.

As I got myself dressed, I played 'What makes  you beautiful' full blast and rewind Zayn's part over and over again. I loved his voice and can't wait to see him in person today. As I put on my make up, the doorbell rang. It must have been Aleesha. she's quite early.

"Aleesha you are early," as I opened the door, but it wasn't Aleesha. It was a teenager, with a perfectly body, those brown eyes,and not to mention that coiffed hair. I rubbed my eyes making sure I wasn't hallucinating. No, he was there smiling. 

"Hi my name is Zayn, are you Bianca Khan?" his voice flowed through my mind.

"Yah, I'm.. I'm.. B-Bianca, K-Khan, Please c-come i-in" I stuttered.

He came in gracefully as he took off is shoes and wiped his feet.

"Can I get you something," I blurted still shocked from his appearance.

"No, I'm good. Bianca please sit." he assured.

I sat across from him so that I was able to get a good glimpse of him. Was I dreaming? I think its  a dream. I pinched myself. Ouch! No, I'm not dreaming. Its for real! 

" So what brings you here? How did you find me? Fans are gonna hate me for this." I started off.

" Well don't worry about the fans. I found you twitter. Your friend Aleesha tweeted me about it and I was searching for you through out the Continent , until that tweet. She tweeted me your address and here I am," he explained. Boy, his eyes are sooo mesmerizing.

"Oh!" I reacted. I didn't know if I was mad with Aleesha giving my address to a 'stranger' without my permission or was I estatic with Aleesha  to do this  for me. My emotions ran wild.

"Um, I've always kept this photo with me but I didn't know who had the other half of the picture until last night." he said as he pulled out the picture from his varsity jacket pocket.

He handed it to me. I stared at the photograph. The toddler version of Zayn also was to the side and  his lips pursed. That could only mean one thing. I ran upstairs to my room, and came back downstairs with tape and the other half of the picture.

I steadily taped the two ripped photos together. Zayn was watching carefully. Then I gasped. The photo reveled us kissing together. AW! I showed it to Zayn. Zayn's eye brows went up.

"Oh, so that's why our families weren't family friends no more." I said.

He nodded slightly. 

"Well, that's one mystery solved for the day," he broke the silence as he got up from his seat.

I escorted him through the door. 

" So will we meet again?" I asked.

He leaned near my ear and whispered, " I just found you, so we'll meet again." 

He handed me a small piece of paper and kissed me softly oh the cheek and left to his limousine where I could hear Niall whining. that he's hungry, cranky and cut his thumb!

I waved goodbye and went back inside. I opened the crumpled paper which said: "if you wanna talk then call me. We will meet again, hopefully. :)" His phone number was right underneath it. I hugged myself tight and thought that it was great to meet him again... or for the first time since we were 4. Anyways he found me. I knew Zayn would find me and he did!