Author's note:
Thanks for reading guys! Ok so here's chapter 3... I tried to make it long, but it didnt turn out to be that long. Oh well, i uploaded cuz it's been a long time since i updated last. Hope you enjoy reading. Plz vote and comment :)
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Chapter 3:
Alisha's P.O.V :-
I woke up to the sound of my doorbell ringing. I looked at the clock; it was 7 A.M. Who would come over at 7 A.M. on a weekend? I got up moaning and trudged to the door.
I opened the door and looked at the person standing infront of me murderously; then clenched my teeth and said, "WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW?!"
My neighbor's ten year old annoying kid was standing right infront of me. Someday I'm going to kill that kid; he was probably the most annoying kid in this universe. He rings my bell all the time just to get on my nerves and believe it or not it actually works.
He smiled at me and then within a glimpse of an eye his expression changed.
"Hey look there's a thief in your apartment!" He said pointing at something behind me with a frightened expression on his face.
I turned around and looked behind me , but there was no one there so I turned back to ask the kid what was he talking about, but I didn’t get the chance to because I was hit by a water balloon right on my face. Splash! I was covered in water. I started wiping the water off my face with my hands immediately. It was so cold!
I looked at the kid who was already at the end of the hall by now and then shouted, "Hey kid! SLEEP. WITH. ONE. EYE. OPEN!"
I went to the bathroom and changed into another night suit. I needed to sleep; I hadn't slept properly the whole week because of all the assignments I had to do for my class. College life was tough! Once I had changed , I slipped into my comfy bed and went to sleep right away.
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Ding-dong! I opened my eyes and looked at the time. It was 8 A.M. I just ignored the doorbell and closed my eyes again to go back to sleep. It had just been a minute when I heard the doorbell ring again. Ding-dong! Alright that's it! That kid is getting a piece of my mind today. I stomped to the door and pulled it open.
"WHAT DO YOU WAN---" I screamed, but I wasn't able to finish what I was saying because there was no kid standing in front of me instead Zayn Malik was! Oh my god, how did he get here!
Zayn smiled and then said, "Hello!"
He was looking absolutely gorgeous while I was… oh my god… I'm still in my night suit! I probably look like Frankenstein's wife right now.
"I came ove- - -" he said, but was interrupted by me.
"Hold on one second!" I said without waiting for an answer and slammed the door shut.
I ran to my room stubbing my toe on the way. Stupid couch. I didn’t have enough time to change so I washed my face and brushed my hair. My hair was a complete mess! It seemed as if an explosion had just occured in my hair. I brushed it as fast as I could and then looked at myself in the mirror. Okay this will have to do. I ran back to the door tripping twice on the way and pulled it open.
Zayn was still there. He had a bag in one hand and was holding his nose from the other. Why was he holding his nose? That's when I realized his nose was bleeding! Oh god! I had slammed the door shut on his face, literally!
"Oh god, are you okay? I am so so soooo sorry!" I apologized.
"Don't worry it's alright," he said. Yup, he was in pain.
"We need to get you to the hospital. What if its broken? Do you have a car? I'll drive." I said anxiously.
"Yeah I do have a car, but it's in London." he replied.
"Okay, then we'll take a taxi." I said.
I was panicking now. What if this injury would effect his high notes? What if he got some serious type of injury and he won't be able to sing as good for the rest of his life? What if I had just ruined his entire career? I mean singing is related to your nose too… Right? You breathe through your nose when you sing … something could've happened. No. No. I am just over thinking! I'm sure he'll be alright. Right?
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We headed down and took a taxi to the nearest hospital. On our way I kept apologizing and Zayn kept telling me to relax.
Once we reached the hospital, we headed to the emergency room. Soon a doctor came over to ask what happened. I told the doctor how I had accidentally slammed the door right into Zayn's face. He started to laugh. Can you believe it! The poor guy's career might be at stake and the doctor is standing there laughing. I looked at Zayn who was also sitting there laughing. What is wrong with that boy?
"What?"I asked quizzically.
"Nothing. It's just your expression. Don't worry the world isn't coming to an end. Relax." He said grinning.
"Relax? Your career may be at stake and your telling me to relax." I replied.
"How is my career at stake? What are you talking about?" He asked laughing at me.
"I don't know … it may affect your high notes or something. I'm not a doctor okay, but I do know it can affect your singing… somehow."
The doctor examined Zayn's broken nose and wiped the blood of. He then put on a band-aid across his nose.
"It's nothing serious. It'll heal up in a day or two. Don't worry." He informed us.
"Phew!" I said with relief.
Zayn looked at me and then said, "See I'm fine."
I smiled and then we walked out of the hospital.
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Once we were outside we walked to the taxi stand.
While waiting Zayn gave me that bag he was holding this whole time.
"Here you go," he said handing me the bag. I looked at him confused.
"What's in that?" I asked.
"Those shoes you wanted. I came over to your house to apologize for acting like a jerk the other day and this is an apology gift to you from me." He replied.
I looked inside the bag. They were the shoes I fought over with him for. I'm starting to feel bad for what I did. I mean I snatched those shoes from him and called him a spoilt dive indirectly. Oh yeah, almost forgot I also broke his nose today.
"No, no. I can't take those. You got them fair and square." I said.
"Actually no I didn't, you were right. You did pick them up first. So they are yours." He said smirking.
"What about your sister? Don't you need to give them to her for her birthday?" I questioned.
He giggled and then replied, "C'mon! I'm in New York City! There are all types of things here. I'll get her some other shoes."
I smiled and then said, " I'll take them only if I get to go shoe shopping with you for your sister's birthday present."
"Ok deal. So fancy a cup of coffee?" He asked.
"Interesting…I fought over a pair of shoes with you at a shoe shop, made you fall on the ground and broke your nose yet you want to have a cup of coffee with me. Wow, you're brave. If it was someone else he would've ran away by now."
He laughed and then said sarcastically, "You know what they say keep your friends close, but enemies even closer."
"Oh so I'm an enemy now?" I said faking an offended expression.
"I don't know. Let's see… do you like mirrors?" He asked.
"Do I like … what?" I said a little confused. Did he just ask me if I like mirrors?
"Do you like mirrors?" He repeated. Ok. I heard it right the first time.
"Umm… yeah. They are very ….helpful…. for use in….. daily life." I replied still a bit confused.
He laughed and then said, "Okay you're no foe. You're officially a friend."
I started to laugh at the ridiculous question he asked.
"Are you always this crazy?" I questionned smiling.
"I was never this crazy, but when you spend so much time with the boys you tend to ask such questions."
I giggled and then said thinking of Riana and all the crazy things we'd done together, " Believe me I understand."
"So do you normally break your friends' noses, or am I special?" He asked grinning.
I laughed and then replied sarcastically, " Nope you're not special. This is just my way of making friends."
"I'm hurt. I'm not special." He said fake sobbing while I patted him on the back.
"You know you aren't how I thought you'd be. I thought you would be a total diva and all, but you're not. You're actually pretty nice. " I said smiling.
"Thank you. " He said blushing.
"You never replied. Fancy a cup of coffee?" He asked.
"I'm in my night suit on the street. I think I should head home. How about you come over and I'll make tea." I suggested.
"Sure, but I want to make the tea." He said.
"No you're not. You have a broken nose. Plus you’re the guest and I'm the host." I replied.
"Please… pretty please. " He pleaded making a puppy-dog face. Dang that boy! He looked adorable!
"Ok ok! Fine! You can make the tea." I said giving up.
"Yes! I get to make the tea!" He said excitedly making me laugh.
"I totally forgot to ask… how did you get to my apartment?" I said.
"Oh, didn't your friend tell you?" He replied.
"Which friend? Tell me what?" I asked.
"Looks like she's good at keeping promises." He said.
I have no idea who he's talking about. Wait a minute is he talking about Riana? Did Riana know Zayn was going to come over?
"What promise?" I asked Zayn.
"I'll tell you at apartment. Taxi's here." He said pointing at a taxi which was heading towards us.
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Author's Note:
SOOOOOOO that's chapter 3. Like it? Plz comment and tell me what you think of the story so far. "I don't know why... you're being shy" ... hahaha .... thts from WMYB incase ur wondering.... anywho ... so plz vote and comment... Thanks for reading guys :) xx Follow me on twitt-ur @1D_amaZAYNment :) xx