It Started With A Lie

Chapter 9

Zayn's P.O.V

My phone has been blowing up like crazy today. I'm to busy running errands to even glimpse at it. It'll have to wait till I get home. Currently I'm on my way to the grocery store to get some food for my apartment. Today I'm not working which is great. I'm always so busy I barely get to do anything that involves 'me time'. I have to catch up on Teen Wolves so today is my day.

Pulling up at Walmart, I put on my dark shades and pulled my hoodie over my head. 'Don't feel like having fans and paparazzi all over me today' I muttered.

Drawing attention to myself only make things worse to be honest. Because of this 'being famous' bullshit I can't even have a normal life. Don't get me wrong I love what I do but it's overwhelming at times. Working at an office, walking my dog (if I had one) and most importantly attending school would be great. I'm 19 but it feels like I'm 25 sometimes. I want to live like a normal teenager.

I never had a girlfriend that liked me for me. They're all the same. Money and fame are what they're all about. I want something real. I wanna experience real love. The lust. The fights. The heartbreak. I want to show my girl of for the world to see with no regrets. I want it all. I feel empty and hella loney. Money don't mean shit to me. My parents are so proud of me, not that I mind but I want to LIVE. I want love. I'll show my girl off, buy her gifts and most importantly shower her with love and affection. Sure there is loads of hot pretty girls everywhere but it's about time I find my soulmate. You may say I won't have time for this but I don't care, once I find that special someone I'll risk it all for her....I crave it.

Getting everything I needed I payed for my stuff and went back to my car. 'Thank God I went unnoticed'. Receiving yet another message, I pulled out my phone in frustration and checked my messages. My manager is blowing up my phone talking bout' 'there's some girl claiming to be my girlfriend'. "What" I said out loud confused as hell. Opening up the message I saw a video attached. I wasted no time checking.

There's four girls in a cafeteria having a heated conversation. I noticed this dark girl with beautiful eyes and a killa style I must say. Seems to me two girls are picking on her.... calling her out on never having a boyfriend. "Poor thing...I swear if I were there....".

"Zayn Malick is my boyfriend"
I'm taken aback, frozen in my current position. Did this girl just call me her boyfriend? So this is what has my phone going off all morning. Lindsay called me her 'boyfriend'. Not that I mind.... she's frickin' gorgeous. I don't know how long I was sitting here thinking about her but my phone dinged again snapping me back to reality.

Someone tagged me in a post which happens all the time. Clicking on it thanking God their account is open I'm greeted by those dark brown eyes. That chocolate skin and that gorgeous smile. It's Lindsay. She added a photo of me captioned this cutie. I'm once again lost for words. I clicked on a picture of her and just sat there staring at it. This girl is beautiful. That smile, those eyes and that skin tone. I'm mesmerized. I don't know what it is but I feel a connection here. Something about her has me drawn to her. I decided to respond to her, that's something I don't do. 'You're the cute one' I responded with a smile plastered on my face thinking of what her reaction is gonna be like when she sees this.

My entire drive home I'm blushing like an idiot. She's perfect. Everything about her screams gorgeous. She's all I can think about. When I get home I have got to follow her back. I know she's following me. What has this girl done to me?

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•* Zayn found out!!! Vote and comment, thank you.

: Marty