(Sydney's POV)
"So tell me again why I have to break in to one of the toughest bondia in Bradford's dressing room?" I asked my so called Marafiki as we walked towards the building.
"Because, it's the only way we will get some of Zayn Malik's stuff!" Claire stated, shoving me and a few of my other 'friends' behind the ukuta to the building.
"Lets just get this over with..." Rolling my eyes, I lend in to here the plan.
"Syd, you'll break into the club. We, me Alissa and Kate will stay here and wait for wewe to return. wewe will make sure no one is in the room then run and and grab something! Make sure NOT to get caught, got that?"Claire asked,
"Yeah..." I replied.
"Trust me, once wewe see him, you'll be drooling!" Alissa said. I shrugged my shoulders, running the plan through my head.
They chose me, being the youngest one, to sneak into this famous boxers dressing room - Do boxers even have dressing rooms? According to Claire, they do - and somehow find a piece of something he has touched. Obsessive much? Now I'm not a big shabiki of the 'Zayn Malik'. I barely know what he looks like, yet I still have to make sure that he doesn't see me... Bet yet, that no one sees me. This, will be easy. Barley anyone ever notices me.
"Syd! Go!" Claire alisema nudging me in the direction of the night club.
I walked down an alley that led to a back door of the nightclub. Unfortunatly, my luck was low. The door opened, reveiling a worker throwing away garbage. As he was walking, his back facing me, I quickly ran inside, letting the door close. I was completely lost. There were staires that went up, and staires that went down. The staires that go down must be the basement . . . right?
I ran up the stairs. I stopped and rested my hands on my knees, panting hard. I stood up straight and slowly opened the door infront of me. I looked left and right. A sign pointed to the right read,
"Arena." The left sign, I couldn't read because I was hearing footsteps behind me. I quickly turned left and ran down the hall, trying to find a cover.
I climbed into a dirty trash can and crouching down to hide myself. I felt a slimey substance drip on me. Oh, they are so going to get it once I'm done with this. I heard voices. It came closer until it was infront of the trash can. I felt something hit my back, liquid trailing inside my shirt. I almost gagged at the smell of beer. Great, I have gooey substance and bia all over me. I probably smell like a zoo animal. The voices faded away, making it quiet.
I quickly hopped out of the trash can, my hair and outfit all wet. A door opened, making me crouch down behind the trash can.
"Malik! You're on in ten minutes! Hurry the bloody hell up!" A man yelled,
"Alright alright simon! Hold on!"Another voice shouted.
It sounded zaidi young and quite dull. They passed me and walked down. I checked out both of them. One was too old, the other seemed to be my age, 19. He had dark brunette hair and a white tank with black shorts and black sneakers. He had a a bunch of tattoos, well from behind wewe could tell. I looked down the opposite hall to see the door slowly closing. I quickly jumped up and saved the door from closing. I looked down the hall where they walked down. Not seeing them, I took this chance to read the door "Zayn Malik" A smirk grew on my face as I walked in, quietly closing the door, even though it could close itself.
I looked around the neat room. Nothing out of place. I wanted to examine more, but that's not why I'm here. I looked for something to take. I hate how they are making me do this. I'm sorry Zayn Malik, please don't beat me to death! Wow, now that I think of it, I'm stealing something from a professional boxer, who might come back at any minute. I rushed around, spotting a watch. Eh, that's something he touched. I grabbed it, placing it into my pocket.
"One sec Simon! I forgot my water in my room!" I heard a familiar voice yell from outside the room. I panicked and jumped behind a sofa. I heard the door open and close. I tried to nuzzle as far down as I could go, while being quiet.
"What the?" I heard the same voice whisper. My eyes widened. I left a dirt puddle of bia that dripped off of me all around his dressing room. I would like to thank God that it didn't lead to where I was hiding. "Aye, Simon! Come look!" The voice shouted.
"What!"Another voice grumbled. "What is this? What did wewe do Malik!" The same voice shouted, causing me to flinch.
"Nothing! I left to go practice, but before I left, it wasn't there! And when I came back, now wewe know the rest," I heard Zayn shout back.
"Clean it up! We don't have time for stupid crap like this!" The simon guy said.
"I ain't cleaning up crap that ain't mine!" Zayn argued.
"You better! au I'll make sure wewe lose this match!" It got quiet after that. The door opened then closed. I peaked to see that I was still stuck in my hiding spot.
"Stupid manager," I heard Zayn mumble. My moyo was pounding and I tried to control my heavy breathing as best as I could. The silence is not helping one bit. My phone buzzed in my pocket making me freeze. Again, I would like to thank God for having it on vibrate. I slowly pulled it out. The lighting better not give away my hide out.
From: Claire:
Are wewe in yet?
The girls are making me watch Nialls match. but, we have to be careful around security, we didn't pay to watch. I was about to quietly reply when I heard a growl above me. . . I looked up and met a pair of dark brown eyes. Oh crap..
"So tell me again why I have to break in to one of the toughest bondia in Bradford's dressing room?" I asked my so called Marafiki as we walked towards the building.
"Because, it's the only way we will get some of Zayn Malik's stuff!" Claire stated, shoving me and a few of my other 'friends' behind the ukuta to the building.
"Lets just get this over with..." Rolling my eyes, I lend in to here the plan.
"Syd, you'll break into the club. We, me Alissa and Kate will stay here and wait for wewe to return. wewe will make sure no one is in the room then run and and grab something! Make sure NOT to get caught, got that?"Claire asked,
"Yeah..." I replied.
"Trust me, once wewe see him, you'll be drooling!" Alissa said. I shrugged my shoulders, running the plan through my head.
They chose me, being the youngest one, to sneak into this famous boxers dressing room - Do boxers even have dressing rooms? According to Claire, they do - and somehow find a piece of something he has touched. Obsessive much? Now I'm not a big shabiki of the 'Zayn Malik'. I barely know what he looks like, yet I still have to make sure that he doesn't see me... Bet yet, that no one sees me. This, will be easy. Barley anyone ever notices me.
"Syd! Go!" Claire alisema nudging me in the direction of the night club.
I walked down an alley that led to a back door of the nightclub. Unfortunatly, my luck was low. The door opened, reveiling a worker throwing away garbage. As he was walking, his back facing me, I quickly ran inside, letting the door close. I was completely lost. There were staires that went up, and staires that went down. The staires that go down must be the basement . . . right?
I ran up the stairs. I stopped and rested my hands on my knees, panting hard. I stood up straight and slowly opened the door infront of me. I looked left and right. A sign pointed to the right read,
"Arena." The left sign, I couldn't read because I was hearing footsteps behind me. I quickly turned left and ran down the hall, trying to find a cover.
I climbed into a dirty trash can and crouching down to hide myself. I felt a slimey substance drip on me. Oh, they are so going to get it once I'm done with this. I heard voices. It came closer until it was infront of the trash can. I felt something hit my back, liquid trailing inside my shirt. I almost gagged at the smell of beer. Great, I have gooey substance and bia all over me. I probably smell like a zoo animal. The voices faded away, making it quiet.
I quickly hopped out of the trash can, my hair and outfit all wet. A door opened, making me crouch down behind the trash can.
"Malik! You're on in ten minutes! Hurry the bloody hell up!" A man yelled,
"Alright alright simon! Hold on!"Another voice shouted.
It sounded zaidi young and quite dull. They passed me and walked down. I checked out both of them. One was too old, the other seemed to be my age, 19. He had dark brunette hair and a white tank with black shorts and black sneakers. He had a a bunch of tattoos, well from behind wewe could tell. I looked down the opposite hall to see the door slowly closing. I quickly jumped up and saved the door from closing. I looked down the hall where they walked down. Not seeing them, I took this chance to read the door "Zayn Malik" A smirk grew on my face as I walked in, quietly closing the door, even though it could close itself.
I looked around the neat room. Nothing out of place. I wanted to examine more, but that's not why I'm here. I looked for something to take. I hate how they are making me do this. I'm sorry Zayn Malik, please don't beat me to death! Wow, now that I think of it, I'm stealing something from a professional boxer, who might come back at any minute. I rushed around, spotting a watch. Eh, that's something he touched. I grabbed it, placing it into my pocket.
"One sec Simon! I forgot my water in my room!" I heard a familiar voice yell from outside the room. I panicked and jumped behind a sofa. I heard the door open and close. I tried to nuzzle as far down as I could go, while being quiet.
"What the?" I heard the same voice whisper. My eyes widened. I left a dirt puddle of bia that dripped off of me all around his dressing room. I would like to thank God that it didn't lead to where I was hiding. "Aye, Simon! Come look!" The voice shouted.
"What!"Another voice grumbled. "What is this? What did wewe do Malik!" The same voice shouted, causing me to flinch.
"Nothing! I left to go practice, but before I left, it wasn't there! And when I came back, now wewe know the rest," I heard Zayn shout back.
"Clean it up! We don't have time for stupid crap like this!" The simon guy said.
"I ain't cleaning up crap that ain't mine!" Zayn argued.
"You better! au I'll make sure wewe lose this match!" It got quiet after that. The door opened then closed. I peaked to see that I was still stuck in my hiding spot.
"Stupid manager," I heard Zayn mumble. My moyo was pounding and I tried to control my heavy breathing as best as I could. The silence is not helping one bit. My phone buzzed in my pocket making me freeze. Again, I would like to thank God for having it on vibrate. I slowly pulled it out. The lighting better not give away my hide out.
From: Claire:
Are wewe in yet?
The girls are making me watch Nialls match. but, we have to be careful around security, we didn't pay to watch. I was about to quietly reply when I heard a growl above me. . . I looked up and met a pair of dark brown eyes. Oh crap..
One Direction is an amazing boy band! I don't like some of their songs though. I think that Harry, and Liam are the adorable one's. loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove them as long as wewe can. I don't like that they do drink. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
wewe don't know uh oh wewe don't know you're beautiful. Go One Direction!
Small Things!
Those are some of their songs! Not only that but those are only some of them that i know!
wewe don't know uh oh wewe don't know you're beautiful. Go One Direction!
Small Things!
Those are some of their songs! Not only that but those are only some of them that i know!
wewe hear a loud banging on your door. "(Y/N), OPEN UP!" Harry yells. wewe walk over to the door and open it to see Harry holding a puppy. 'Babe, I got wewe someone to keep wewe company for when i leave on tour. I'd rather have this than another guy." wewe roll your eyes at him for the last maoni and follow it with a kiss."He is so adorable!" wewe say."Almost as adorable as wewe Harry." Harry smiles and blushes at the comment. He walks over with wewe to the kitanda and sirs inayofuata to wewe placing the puppy on his lap. He brings the puppy's face close to his and kisses the puppy on the nose."I can see the resemblance!" wewe joke and Harry Scowls. wewe jiunge him on the kitanda and play with the puppy. wewe look at the collar, alama and see he has a little name tag. wewe look on it and it says." I upendo wewe (Y/N)." wewe look up at Harry and Kiss him on the lips letting him know how thankful wewe are. ♥
Harry's P.O.V
Their i was staring into her dark brown beutiful eyes that shined. she was looking back.
Ruby's P.O.V
i froze his eyes his eyes were gorgeous. so beutiful. "umm... we should go back now"i alisema walking back akwardly. he probably thinks i not interested anymore. great. i headed back seeing dannyel smiling. "tell me everything what happened" alisema dannyel the rest with harry. "we played some soccer....then i bumped into him and we stared at each other for like 3 minuets. i thought..i thought he was going to kiss me but then i walked away." i alisema looking down. she smiled and nodded. but she understood that i never had my first kiss. Anyway me and Dannyel headed back to the apartment. Still having the memory stuck in my head. I hopped in my pj.s and went to bed.
Their i was staring into her dark brown beutiful eyes that shined. she was looking back.
Ruby's P.O.V
i froze his eyes his eyes were gorgeous. so beutiful. "umm... we should go back now"i alisema walking back akwardly. he probably thinks i not interested anymore. great. i headed back seeing dannyel smiling. "tell me everything what happened" alisema dannyel the rest with harry. "we played some soccer....then i bumped into him and we stared at each other for like 3 minuets. i thought..i thought he was going to kiss me but then i walked away." i alisema looking down. she smiled and nodded. but she understood that i never had my first kiss. Anyway me and Dannyel headed back to the apartment. Still having the memory stuck in my head. I hopped in my pj.s and went to bed.
Ruby's P.O.V
their i was on the X-Factor stage. i heard them say a name. but it wasnt mine not my name they alisema in pure excitment. my moyo dropped in sadness. i walked off wiping the fresh tears coming down my face. "hey Rub's wewe alright" asked my older brother harry. "no hazz im not i didnt make it okay go ahead laugh" i say running in the car. he came for me he pulled me in for a hug. "no worries upendo wewe will be found" says harry kissing my head. we arrived nyumbani seeing nialll smashing on some chips. he ran to me asking if i made it. i frowned and he hugged me. and handed me a chip. i smiled and grabbed the bag. "MINE NOW" i say laughing heading upstairs. niall was following behind me laughing also.
their i was on the X-Factor stage. i heard them say a name. but it wasnt mine not my name they alisema in pure excitment. my moyo dropped in sadness. i walked off wiping the fresh tears coming down my face. "hey Rub's wewe alright" asked my older brother harry. "no hazz im not i didnt make it okay go ahead laugh" i say running in the car. he came for me he pulled me in for a hug. "no worries upendo wewe will be found" says harry kissing my head. we arrived nyumbani seeing nialll smashing on some chips. he ran to me asking if i made it. i frowned and he hugged me. and handed me a chip. i smiled and grabbed the bag. "MINE NOW" i say laughing heading upstairs. niall was following behind me laughing also.