(Manisha’s P.O.V)


“YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”, I shouted, then glancing around I repeated again,softer, “ you have got to be kidding me!”

“And why would I be kidding love?”

“Because, because, you really wanna stay at my place?? Really?”

“Hell yah, ur the only one I know in the country!”

“But.. but still!”

“No buts. I shall convince your parents don’t worry, I am after all Zayn Malik!”

“Vain Malik”, I muttered to myself.

“What did you say love?” he asked raising his eyebrows.

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I giggled looking at his face, he is so cute! “Nothing, nothing, keep moving we need to get to the gates”, I said.

We were the last ones to board the plane and we sat down in the big comfy seats of the business class, and yes I had the window seat.

“Thank you”, I said to zayn.

He just smiled at me and I knew that he had understood why I was thanking him.

“Juice?” the airhostess asks smiling at me and zayn, I pick up the cranberry juice and zayn picks up the pineapple juice.

“You like pineapple?” I asked.

“Yahh, it’s my favorite fruit!” he said.

“I wonder how much the paparazzi will pay me for that information”, I joke nudging him.

“so you know I haven’t disclosed my favorite fruit to the world yet? Damn ur a hardcore fan aren’t you?”

I just shrugged it off without even blushing. Thank god.

“Oh I must have heard it somewhere, no big deal.” I said and Zayn just laughed at me.

“Magazines?” the airhostess was back.

I reached for the one with Zayn’s face plastered on the cover. Before the airhostess could make the connection, Zayn turned away from her and I snatched up the magazine.

“Thank you”, I waited for her to go away, “ Let’s see what they have been writing about you love”, I say and he laughs rather dryly.

There was nothing new in the article, almost the exact same thing from that newspaper article I had read just a few hours ago and quotes from a couple of fans swearing they saw him walk up their block in different parts of the world.

“Burkina Faso? Really? Where the hell is that even?” zayn laughed.

“Africa”, I replied and he laughed.

“wow we have fans all over the world.”

“I cannot argue about that.”

The in flight food was served and zayn dug in claiming he missed eating ‘Indian food’ in London and I laughed looking at him pigging out on flight food.

“You want mine too?”

“Sorry to disappoint you love but I am not Niall. Eat up!” he told me making me laugh.

“But don’t you have Indian restaurants all over the world?” I ask him.

“What? This in flight food is good okay!”

“Hahaha okay.”

After finishing our meal I was lost in thoughts and zayn was napping, it is just an hours flight so I figured we should be almost there. I looked out of the window and sure enough I saw mountains up ahead, figuring zayn would want to see it I woke him up.

He looked at me quizzically.

“Look”, I whisper and point out the window.

“Wow” he said as he looked outside in wonder.





“Welcome to Nepal” I said just as the pilot announced that we would land in 10 minutes. YES. I was home. WITH ZAYN MALIK!!!

Notes

sorry for such a late update people. too many things happening in my life right now. this is just a filler chapter but i hope you enjoy it non the less. :)

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