Tell Me a Lie by Julio Viera (Revised by María Ruiz)
Who are in reality Zayn, Liam, Niall, Harry and Louis? What is their real past life? My fan fiction to you about the dark past of One Direction…
Meeting Salvation
It was a night pretty much like every other night here in London. I was at a pub minding my own business, a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. What did I expect from the night? You might ask. Well nothing really, I just enjoy seeing the emotions people have on their faces, while on the dance floor or at the bar. The clock shows it's six in the morning as I was entering my apartment, quietly trying not to wake my mum up. I went to bed just like every other day. You could say my life had turned into an endless loop of repetition. I was starting to feel totally useless, my life was getting nowhere, I was 19 and I only had a crappy part time job and couldn't even afford to go to college. Life seriously seemed like a total and utter waste of time.
My alarm clock went off; it was already 3 in the afternoon. I went to the bathroom brush my teeth, got dressed and combed my hair. As the day went on, I couldn't help but think, where was my life going? Everyone always said to me: "Go big, do something you love, you have the potential." The problem is, there isn't anything that I love to do, and I just haven't found that yet. It was already nighttime. I had a few more hours to get ready, just like I did every other day.
At the pub I order my usual drink and yes I come here a lot. When I turn on a cigarette, I saw the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid eyes upon. I knew I needed to at least dance with her. I don't usually do things differently, girls always came to me, I never went looking for them, and so I decide to wait. The songs went on and on and she was just dancing alone, paying no attention to me or anyone. I don't know what it was about her. Was it her wavy red hair, the way her hips moved in perfect synchronization with the music or was it how she emitted an aura of mystery? I decided that it was time to end the night and that my pride won this round. I didn't talk to her and headed to my car feeling worse than when I arrived, I felt defeated.
I heard someone screaming: "Wait up!" but I kept on walking until someone grabbed my arm.
"Hey I've been screaming at you." The red headed angel said. I just stared at her, I think I looked mad because she said "Don't try to go all badass on me, because you're not, I can tell by the way you were drooling over my dancing" then she winked.
"I wasn't!" I said with anger, the truth was I felt so embarrassed that she noticed.
"Save it pretty boy, I'm not blind." She seemed more beautiful up close, than she did when I saw her from a distance. She had skin white as snow, her eyes where brown but they had a bit of amber in them, she had the cutest freckles from cheek to cheek, she was simply stunning. "Earth to stalker dude. Don't go daydreaming on me. I need a favor and you are going to help me." She said smiling.
"Excuse me. What makes you think I would help a nut job like you? We don't even know each other." I said
"Well for starters you don't seem like a creeper, even if you acted like one tonight." She said laughing "And well, I really need you to help me, because if you don't I'm screwed. You wouldn't like that would you?" She asked with puppy dog eyes.
I thought about and figured I had nothing to lose, helping this really hot girl. "Fine." I said rolling my eyes "Well my name is Zayn. What's yours?" I said offering her my hand.
"María." She said ignoring my hand, opening the car door and getting in.
"Come on! What are you waiting for? We have shit to do, pretty boy." And like that I was on my way to who knows where, with one crazy ass chick.