My combat boots hit the pavement as I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my phone, looking at the time as I ran down the unknown streets of London. I was supposed to be at the flat that me and my best friends were given for school. It was a performing arts school which I had gotten to on scholarship, and one of my best friends was studying theater and the other was studying photography, while I was studying singing and music writing. I should have arrived with them, but lucky ol' me, slept through my alarm, and my dumb brother didn't tell me that it was time to leave, so, the two girls had arrived over three hours ago. Luckily they had a plane that left an hour after the first one, but still. I groaned and picked up my pace, starting to jog quickly as I internally cursed myself for wearing a large white sweater and oversized high wasted shorts. Seriously need to start buying smaller sized clothes. My feet started to ache as I ran like a mad woman down the crowed streets, ignoring the odd stares from others. And then, with my luck, a crack of thunder filled the sky, followed by lightning, and it started to pour. While the other people on the street raised their arms and attempted to shield themselves from the rain, I stood there, blankly staring at the sky. My feet were aching, and I was still approximately twenty minutes away from my flat. The stores around me started to shut off their lights, as the street lights flickered and I was left alone in the cold streets of London.
"Seriously?" I shouted at the sky. I groaned and turned around on my heel, sitting down on a bench, letting the rain soak my clothes as I ran a hand through my now wet hair. "I probably look like a raccoon. Oh my god. I'm going to get sick." I said to myself as I placed my head in my hands, while my elbows rested on my knees. I let out a heavy sigh as the rain started to soak through my layers of clothing. My but was probably going to have a huge wet stain.
"M'am?" A thick British accent said from in front of me. It was one of the oddest accents I had ever heard, but in a good way. I looked up to see a handsome young boy staring down at me. His once perfect quiff now hung down in his face, as his hair almost fell in his eyes. I blinked, not believing the sight before me, as he flashed me a perfect smile. His brown eyes, framed with long lashes blinked at me, as his mouth curled into a smile. I'm sure I looked very attractive."Vas Happening? You do realize you are going to get sick by sitting out here, right?" His thick accent asked me. I groaned, the fact that the rain was still pouring dawned on me. I nodded as he took a place next to me on the bench. He was wearing a black v-neck with a red varsity jacket and dark blue jeans.
"Yeah, I figured as much." I said with another groan as I looked down at my now soaked white sweater, glad that I wore a tank top under it. I turned to the famous boy and gave him a shy smile. "I'm Autumn." I said with a small smile. He grinned and extended his hand.
"Zayn." He said with a wide smile. As if I didn't know. I placed my hand in his and gave it a small shake as we both resumed looking out in front of us. The sun had started to shine from out of the clouds, but it was still raining intensely.
"So…why are you out here?" I asked, turning once again to face the boy. He looked at me and scratched the back of his neck. I bit my bottom lip as I waited for his answer. His brown eyes meet mine and he flashed me another smile.
"Well, you see, I'm in a band, One Direction." I nodded, being a big fan, knowing exactly who he was. How am I not screaming? "Well, we were in Jack Wills," He explained, jutting a thumb in the direction of the store that was a few feet away from us. "And one of my band members, Niall, noticed you, and told one of us to come outside and talk to you. So, here I am." He said with a smile. My heart sank a bit, now knowing that he was only talking to me because of a dare, but never the less, I was still talking to him. Zayn stood up and held out a hand to me. "Maybe you should come back to our place with us." He said with a smile. "You know, just to get dried off, and then we can take you to your hotel." He said with another smile, thinking that I was a tourist because of my accent. I let out a little laugh and he raised his eyebrows at me as I smiled, and raised my hand to wipe underneath my eyes, to get my makeup off.
"Actually, I'm going to a boarding school here." I said, smiling at his as his mouth curled into a smile as well. I placed my small hand in his, and he pulled me up effortlessly off the bench, my hand still resting in his.
"What school?" He questioned, looking interested. A crack of thunder caused me to jump, and end up closer to Zayn as he looked at me and smirked. "A bit jumpy are we?" I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I looked down and he let out another perfect laugh.
"London's performing arts university?" I said, a questioning tone in my voice, asking him if he knew what it was. Zayn nodded, a wide smile appearing on his face. The rain started to get harder and I immediately put my hands over my head, trying to cover myself from the rain, though it was pointless.
"So, back to my offer…" Zayn said, bringing me back to reality. Lightning struck the sky, and my eyes widened as I looked back over at him. He looked at me, offering me his hand again as he smiled slightly. "We can make a run to the car?" He questioned. I placed my hand in his and nodded, before he took his varsity jacket off and held it above our heads with one hand, as it dropped slightly on my shoulder and his. His converse hit the sidewalk as he ran down the street, pulling me behind him like a rag doll, as I let out a full hearted laugh, being carried down the street by the one and only Zayn Malik.