I looked out the window of the plane. All I could see were clouds. I turned my view away, sighing. I had seen this so many times. It was a beautiful view, I always loved to watch the clouds, but at the moment it made me sick to see them. It meant I was moving somewhere I had never been before. It meant that I was going to start a new life and I just hated the thought of that. At least I was coming back to my hometown…well almost.

My name is Alexandra, Alex or Lexy for short. I'm 17 years old and I turn 18 in 2 months. My life has been…complicated. I'm an orphan, you see, I never meet my real parents. Not that I mind, I'm completely fine with not knowing them. What has been hard has been to move almost every year to live in a new place with a new family.

You see the orphanage I used to be at put me in this foster families program where they sent me with a foster family until I turned of age to live by my own. But, I never stayed long with those families. The longest I stayed with a family were two years and the shortest…One month. It all started when I was 12 years old. I stayed with my first foster family for one year until they thought I was too much of a trouble maker and made me go back. Since then I have been moving with different families in different countries. It's always the same. I'm sent with a family, they see me as a wonderful girl and two or three weeks later they start thinking I'm a trouble maker and after one month, they send me back. I don't blame them really, I do am some kind of trouble maker. Not the kind that gets into fights or sells drugs or something like that. No, actually I never got along with people. I would make cold comments to my new foster siblings or I would never get out of my room or at my schools I would never pay attention, or never do any work or I would just not go. The families would just get tired of my rebel attitudes and get me back to the orphanage.

So I am now moving from Los Angeles, California to London. I was glad to be getting back to London, I was born there and I just loved to be there. I was moving to live on my own. The orphanage had decided that since I was going to turn 18 in 2 months it was not worth putting me with another foster family.

Well…I was not going to live totally on my own. I was actually going to go to college where I will share a room with another girl. I don't really mind that, as long as I can live my life as I want it to, it's fine by me.

The plane finally landed. I waited a bit until some people had already passed until I got out. As I walked out of the plane I took a deep breath, breathing the fresh and amazing British air. Think of me as crazy, but I find a difference between the British air and the American. I just like British more. I passed through everything without a problem. I already knew all the process since I had went through it millions of times before. I was just waiting for my trunk when someone bumped against me making me fall.

"Ow!" I cried as I hit the floor "Watch your step, would you?" I hissed

"I'm so sorry" said a guy from above. I noticed the strong Irish accent

"You better be!" I snarled, now noticing my bag and everything from inside were spread all over the floor. I groaned and started to pick everything up.

"Here, let me help you" The guy kneeled in front of me and started to gather all my stuff.

I didn't say a word, just picked everything, not even looking at the guy. When I had put everything inside my bag, both of us stood up and I finally meet his eyes.

They were a bright color of light blue. His hair was blond and he had this really cute smile drawn on his face. He was taller than me but not by much.

"Again, I'm really sorry" he said

"Whatever" I said "Just don't repeat it"

"Don't worry, I won't" he said grinning

I rolled my eyes and turned around, looking for my trunk once again. The guy stood next to me, also looking for his trunk. Just then I noticed other 4 guys standing next to the guy.

"Found it yet?" one of them asked. I could see over the corner of my eye that he was curly

"Not yet" the Irish guy said

"We don't have much time!" said another one.

"It's not my fault I can't find it!" The Irish guy cried

"It's ok…I can't find mine either" said another one, and his voice sounded a bit familiar, even though I was not sure.

"I thought you have already found yours, Zayn!"

At the sound of that name I turned to look at them. I could see them now clearly. There was the Irish guy, next to him was the one I had seen with curly hair but I also noticed he had green eyes. There was also another guy with brown hair and eyes and another one with similar hair color but with blue eyes. Standing on the other side of the Irish guy was another guy with raven black hair. He also had an earring on his left ear.

I stared for a bit to this last guy. He seemed familiar, I knew I knew him, but from where?

But it wasn't until he turned around and I could see his perfect chocolate brown eyes that I realized who he was.

"Zayn Malik?" I asked "You're Zayn Malik?"

"That's me" he said nodding "Look, I'm in a hurry, do you want a picture?"

"Want a picture? No! I'm Ale-"I couldn't finish my sentence 'cause the curly guy interrupted me

"Zayn, we have to go" he said

"I'm coming!" Zayn called

Zayn got out a notebook and wrote something fast.

"What's your name?" he asked me

"Alexandra"

He kept writing and then ripped the paper out of the notebook, giving it to me.

"Sorry" he said "see you"

I stared at him as he walked away. He hadn't recognized me. Well, no wonder there. We had met when I was 14 (he was 15). I had just moved to West Lane Baildon, Bradford with another new family. Zayn and I were neighbors and also went to the same school. We became great friends. We were actually best friends for two years, but then I had to leave again and we lost contact with each other. But I remembered him. He used to be my best friend. I couldn't foget him. How could I? But he had forgotten me…maybe I didn't mean that much to him.

I sighed, putting the paper on my bag not bothering to read it.

Outside, there were a lot of people. Some were trying to get a taxi and others were meeting with their family members.

I looked around, trying to get a sight of Zayn, but he wasn't here anymore.

I decided to forget about it all. I was going to start a new life. I couldn't keep holding to something (or someone) from my past.

I got a taxi and told the driver the address of my college. He nodded and started to drive.

I looked for my phone in my bag. I wanted to check my twitter, tell the people (not that I had many followers) I was safe and sound in London. I looked inside my bag for what felt forever. I couldn't find my phone. I searched in all the small bags that it had inside but it was no-where to be seen. Where had I left it? I sighed. Great, just what I needed. I had lost my phone.

As I looked inside my bag once again I found the note Zayn had written at the airport.

I didn't know why he had done it. I decided to read it and find out what it said.

"Sorry to talk to you in such a hurry. I try to talk to my fans as much as I can, but I cant right now. As I told you, I'm in a hurry.

Hope you have a good day, and I hope you enjoy the concert, if you're going.

From Zayn to Alexandra

(Funny, I used to have a great friend with that name)"

And then he signed the paper. I was left even more confused than before.

Talk to his fans? I knew Zayn could be vain, but not like this.

And what concert was he talking about? He made it sound as if he were some famous person. But he couldn't be, could he?

"These boys are everywhere" The driver scoffed, bringing me back to reality

"Who?" I asked

"The ones on the radio"

I listened to the radio. There a song from a boy band. The rhythm of the song was great, so were the voices. The lyrics said something about you not knowing you were beautiful. It was a nice song, really.

"Who are they?" I asked

"Some boy band called One Direction" he answered "they're really famous here in UK, I'm surprised you don't know them"

"I haven't been in UK for a few years" I said "but how do you know about them? You don't seem like the kind of person who would listen to a boy band"

"I don't listen to them" he said "but my daughter is crazy for them…forced me to buy her tickets for their concert tomorrow"

"Oh I see"

We reached the college. I climbed out of the car, thanking and paying the driver.

He gave me the change and drove off. I turned to face the campus. It was HUGE! But amazing. I couldn't wait to start classes here.