I Thought You Were An Angel

Alice Smith: innocence personified.
Zayn Malik: the devil in hiding.

Join Alice on her rollercoaster that is life after an... unexpected encounter with bad boy Malik.

Chapter One - Auditions and Accidents

Alice's POV

"Come on Al! We're gonna be late" urgh, this girl is going to die when I get my hands on her. Why wake me up so early on a Saturday.

Oh, sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Alice Smith, dancer, dreamer, directioner and a psychology student at The University of Hertfordshire (I hate that last one but what can you do, you just gotta do it)

I'm 19 and I idolise dancing, it is my solace, my passion, well ya get the jist don't you. My parents have moved to South Africa and my big brother Matthew lives in America, can't wait till he's back in three months! So I'm all alone in the heart of London.

No... wait I'm not alone, my best friend, yeah that bitch from a few moments ago that woke me up, she's my best friend. Sofia Roberts. And man is she gorgeous!

She has doe like brown eyes filled with light and laughter, her tall lean figure, similar to mine but I'm kinda shorter than her.

Her lengthy golden brown hair reaches her waist and her lips are plump and perfect. I told her countless times to take up modelling but you know how we girls are with our insecurities and shit, you just can't win. So I just let it go.

ANYWAYSSSS back to the issue which must be addressed.

Might as well let her know I'm not dead. "Shut up bitch I'm coming down" I yelled. "WELL HURRY UP, YOU HAVE AN AUDITION" she yelled from what I presume to be the kitchen as her voice is mixed with the clink of glasses.

Shit. Audition time, again. Sofia thinks today is the day but I don't know, I feel odd about today for a reason I can't quite put my finger on...

I've got this weird feeling that something might happen today, maybe it's just me... guess I'll find out eh?
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Just as I'm about to go downstairs I grab my lucky charm bracelet which my mum got before my first performance, it's an extremly delicate and intracate silver bracelet with multiple charms collected over the years, but my favourite has to be a white and blue diamanté heart given to me by Ricky.

Ahhh Ricky, my amazing boyfriend. We started this journey of dance together and we've promised to each other that we'll end it together too.

We met at my first audition, and coincidentally it was his first audition aswell. He got his break a few auditions after and I'm more than happy for him, I'm honestly estatic and I'm very very proud of him. But what pains me is that I'm still searching 6 months after.

I feel like this is my last straw. Rejection after rejection after rejection, I just can't take it anymore but Ricky won't let me give up, he's been at every single audition and he's promised to be there for me the day I get my break and forever.

I love him with all my heart and he loves me with every fiber in his body and that's all I could ever ask for.

The heart on my charm bracelet is like a promise ring but it means so much more, it holds so much more emotion, it holds more love than a promise ring could fathom.

My charm bracelet clips around my wrist, it still fits, well I do have abnormally skinny wrists so I guess it's not a shocker.

I fix my appearance before going down, my long black hair tied up in a simple ponytail, black leggings with a bright blue off shoulder long top complete with a white spaghetti strap top on the inside.

I'm one of those girls who doesn't wear her clothes from when she was 5. (basically, I'm no slut, I prefer full coverage)

I wear absolutely no foundation, not a huge fan of cake mix on my face, my lips hold a thin coat of lip balm and minimal mascara frames my dark brown eyes.

I get my features from my mum's side of the family, she's Indian and my dad's half Indian, half Spanish so I guess I look fully Indianised with the exception of my name.

I am in love with Bollywood, the colours, the romance, the drama, the language. Absolutely eveything. I just love it so much. It's perfect.

In my heart I'm a full Indian, I've adopted all of my mother's traits and interests but I've developed my dad's habits, I quickly step into the temple room of the flat and say a quick prayer before I leave for my audition. This has become a habit for me, I never leave for an audition without stepping into the temple first. It's almost a natural behaviour for me now.
I send a quick text to my brother in hopes that he wishes me luck before I reach. And with that I grab my bag and make my way downstairs. I really hope I see Ricky soon, I miss him like crazy.

"Finally! What took you so long" Sof's voice rung in my ears as she placed her book down and walked over to me.

This girl seriously needs to take up modelling. She's wearing high waisted light blue denim shorts with a floral print crop top accompanied with white dolly shoes.

That outfit is absolutely perfection. Remind me to steal it from her please.

"I was putting my bracelet on" I raise my hand to indicate it and shake my wrist. I love the jingling noise it makes.

If only I had that microphone I saw in the shop to complete my bracelet, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, but it's just worth too much and there's no way I'm letting Ricky pay for it!

I guess I'll make the money somehow. I just love to sing, I've never had the courage to sing in front of people, just Sof, she thinks I'm good but she's sugar coating it big!

"Al, do you have a tenner" Money. Audition, shit I'm getting side tracked now. "umm, yeah I do" I grab a tenner out of my purse and give it to Sof. She takes the tenner and stuffs it in her pocket. "There, that should be okay for a half tank right? I nod in response and we make our way to the door.

"Sof, I'll drive today" I carry a hopeful expression as I make the statement, I really want to drive, it'll help me get rid of my stress.

"Oh hell no chica. The last time you drove to an audition we almost died, I'm not risking my life again"

I fight to keep a grin on my face remembering how nervous I was and how I almost drove into Tescos because I was side tracked by daunting thoughts. Luckily no one got harmed!

"But-" I started to speak and was abruptly cut off by Sof "no buts, I'm driving" urgh. Bitch, sometimes she behaves like my mother. I scoff and let out a puff of air. "Urgh. Fine... hehe you said butts"

"what am I gonna do with you Al?" She asked and I could literally imagine the expression of annoyance inside of her. I just shrug to respond, really can't be bothered to reply.

"Come on bitch let's go!!" I yell, full of excitement and fear, and with that I pull Sofia by the arm dragging her to the car park and locking the door to our flat. "watch it bitch! My wrists are delicate" ahahaha delicate my arse!

"slut"

"whore"

"bitch"

"troll"

"shrek called, he wants his face back"

"really Al. Really?"

"I dunno, I'm all out of insults" well I was! I'm not in the mood for creative insults. She rolls her eyes so I just stick my tongue out at her.

(A/N: I love this type of friendship, don't you guys?)

We sit in the car and drive off to the audition, everything is an eerie calm until Sof breaks the silence. "Where's the audition today Al?"

"Pineapple"

"Covent Garden?"

"That's the one"

I internally sigh, Pineapple are absolutely ruthless, this girl once left the last audition in tears and I just hope I'm not the one to cry this time.

My thoughts are cut off when Sof turns up the volume and an extremely familiar tune fills the car and we just belt it out with the windows down speeding along the motorway, I can feel my stress melting away with each word that comes out of my mouth.

"OH I JUST WANNA TAKE YOU ANYWHERE THAT YOU LIKE, WE COULD GO OUT ANY DAY ANY NIGHT, BABY I'LL TAKE YOU THERE TAKE YOU THERE, BABY I'LL TAKE YOU THERE YEAH!"

"OH TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME HOW TO TURN YOUR LOVE ON, YOU CAN GET GET ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT, BABY JUST SHOUT IT OUT SHOUT IT OUT, BABY JUST SHOUT IT OUT YEAH"

"AND IF YOU-U-U, YOU WANT ME TO-O-O, LET'S MAKE A MO-O-OVE, YEAH"

"SO TELL ME GIRL IF EVERYTIME WE TOU-U-UCH YOU GET THIS KINDA RU-U-USH THEN BABY SAY YEAH YEAH YEAH,YEAH YEAH YEAH, IF YOU DON'T WANNA TAKE IT SLOW AND YOU JUST WANNA TAKE ME HOME, THEN BABY SAY YEAH YEAH YEAH, YEAH YEAH AND LET ME KISS YOU"

"OH BABY BABY, DON'T YOU KNOW YOU GOT WHAT I NEED, LOOKING SO GOOD FROM YOUR HEAD TO YOUR FEET, COME ON COME OVER HERE OVER HERE, COME ON COME OVER HERE YEAHHH"

"OH I JUST WANNA SHOW YOU OFF TO ALL OF MY FRIENDS MAKING THEM DROOL ON THEIR CHINNY CHIN CHINS, BABY BE MINE TONIGHT MINE TONIGHT, BABY BE MINE TONIGHT YEAHHH"

"AND IF YOU-U-U, YOU WAN-"

"SHUTUP" what the hell? Who was that? I stick my head out the window and turn it to see who yelled at us but a sudden stop causes me to jerk in my seat. I snap my head in Sofia's direction

"Sof! What the hell?" I yellat her as I try to intake the shell shocked expression now etched onto Sof's face.

She lets out a slight gasp "ummmm... Al... I may have crashed into the car in front of us" she pulls into the shoulder to let other cars go past

"SHITTTT! SOF WHAT THE HELL, HOW?" My voice is laced with panic... realllyyyy hope we don't get late because of this!

"I... umm well you see, I umm.." she lets out a shaky laugh before continuing. Come on Sof. Haven't got all day!

"ImayhavebeendaydreamingaboutHarry"

huh... wait what did she say? I string together what she just said and realisation hits me like a tonne of bricks. "OH MY GOD SOFIAAAAAAAA, why?" I bring my hands up to my face as I shake my head.

"Well... he... he looked so hot in Kiss You and...well I... well I couldn't help it" only you Sof. Only you.

I mentally sigh and unbuckle my seatbelt. "Welllll looks like it's up to me to save the day again!" I exclaimed climing out of the car. Thank god the guy in front pulled up into the shoulder aswell!

I take a look at the back of their car from our windshield and luckily just the spoiler has a bit of a dent, not too much damage.

I take a step out of the car and walk up to the driver's side of the car in front of us, oh shit it's a Ferrari, that spoiler is gonna cost a bomb, good bye microphone. I instantly wince at the thought of how much it's gonna cost.

I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the worst and I knock on the window, why are they tinted? that's stupid. Who has tinted windows, this person must be obbsessed with some weird darkness type theme.

The window finally starts to roll down and I'm prepared with a look of annoyance on my face, like what the hell! Can't this person step out? But as soon as the window rolls down my heart stops.

Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.

No. No. No. No. This can't be happening... no no no no no shittttt. No. Frickin. Way.
Zayn Malik.

Shit. Pinch me. Please... someone pinch me.

"I- I- I-I'm so sorry... I- You.. I oh my goodness I'm such a huge fan, I love your voice, can... can I get an autograph? I'm so so sorry about the car, I'll take full responsibility" My conscience yells at me to shut up so I do. oh my god, I'm so stupid.

He probably thinks I'm a crazed fan. Wait... I am, okay maybe not crazed but I stare at his pictures, I have a secret box under my bed hidden from Ricky, he's the jealous type.

Yes. I have a box of 1D pictures under my bed. I KNOW YOU DO TOOOO! But I don't get what Ricky gets jealous about. He's the one for me.

Suddenly, a deep and husky voice breaks off my thoughts and I instantly blush due to the fact that I was thinking about the man infront of me right now

"Whatever" his voice comes out in annoyance but my mind refuses to process his words. I mean... can you blame me? He looks so hot! I just wanna hug him and kiss him and I- wait... what! whatever? Did he just say whatever?! Well! talk about attitude! "Excuse me? you can't talk to me like that" I snap at him and regret it straight away.

Ohhh shit I think I hit a nerve, he looks pissed, his jaw clenches and he steps out, slamming the door behind him.

Christ he looks hot. Black converses with black jeans and a white plain t-shirt in which his tattoos are slightly visible, as well as his abs, his hair as perfect as always and sunglasses perched on top of the perfection.

He snaps me out of my eye raping by opening his mouth, dayumm his lips are soft. Who wants to kiss them? I know I do. They're so pink and plump and... ahhhh

"I'm Zayn Malik. I do whatever the fuck I want"

Okay, wow. What the hell! New conclusion: this guy is a dick.

He may be the hottest man alive but I hate people who disrespect others, for a moment I have this sudden urge to slap him across the face but I gotta keep calm if I don't want his fucking lawyers running after my butt. I don't wanna be sued for millions!

"I don't care if you're Zayn fucking Malik. You can't talk to me like that!" I yelled, my blood boiling with anger. Well I have no idea where that came from but it feels good to let it out.
In one swift movement, he grabs my wrists and pins them to the door, our bodies almost touching and his breath fanning my face as I squirm under his rough grip "I do whatever the fuck I wanna do bitch" his voice is rough and husky as I stuggle to mentally process the sudden turn of events.

Confirmed: TODAYS HEADLINES: Zayn Malik is a dickhead.

He pushes my wrists against the car door and I can feel my eyes threatening to spill with tears. "le-let me g-go" I stutter as his eyes hold a blazing anger that I can't put a reason to. May as well let you know that I stutter when lying, when I'm nervous or just plain angry.

"Why should I let go bitch. I'm Zayn Malik, no one tell's me what to do" he says and his voice comes out twice as harsh as before.

I bite my lip in attempt to not cry and with every word his face comes closer to mine and his grip on my wrists gets tighter. I see his eyes dart to my lips for a second but that's probably my illusion.

I release my lip from my teeth and finally speak up. "You...you're hu-hurting me" I choke on my words, I don't want to cry in front of him.

Come on Sof, where are you, save me! I turn my head to look at our car but Sof's just frozen in shock, eyes wide open and jaw on the floor. Thank you Sofia. Thank you so much.

Suddenly Zayn's features soften but harden just as quick, he lets go and stares into my soul. Oh my goodness gracious me! I think I see Satan. No wait, that's just him.

"Listen bitch"

Oh great there we go with the names, can't he just be nice? "You're lucky I'm in a rush today otherwise I would have sued your ugly face for millions" he snaps at me. No. No he can't be nice.

"Ugly who you calling ugly!?" I retaliate at his false statement. Well atleast I hope it's false!
Hmph dickhead.

"Did you just call me a dickhead" his voice is dangerously low and eerily quiet and my eyes widen in shock.

Shitttt must have said it out loud "So-so-sor-sorry" I swallow the lump in my throat. His gruff voice suddenly breaks the tension as the words he speaks next shock me to helland beyond.

"Don't you dare call me that again. Psht, you're nothing, you can't say anything to me so I'd suggest you'd shut up and go back to your grungy little car"

Well that hit a nerve for me. "Look. I love 1D, I love all of you, I'm a massive fan but never in a million years I would have thought that the Zayn Malik who we all love would be such a fucktard, we fans have made you come this far and I think it would be in your best interest to respect us and accept that you're not the fucking king of the world" I quietly rage at him, anger racing through my blood.

If looks could kill, I'd probably be dead a thousand times over. His stare was so bloody intense.

"Slut"

What. The. Fuck.

Without thinking my hand rose and I slapped him right across the cheek. his hand went straight to his cheek and his eyes had a fire to them.

I'm honestly so taken aback at what I just did so I stepped back and we both get back to our own cars without a word. He drives off and as soon as I sit down my tears fall and fall like a river.

I feel Sof's eyes on me so I look towards her "I hate him Sof. I hate him" I state as I choke invetween sobs.

"I don't know what just happened in there but I'm sure he must have been a dickhead if you slapped him like that! You go girly!" I manage a miniscule smile at her and she gives me a small smile in return and a hug to console me, promised with a tub of ice cream and a marathon of Channing Tatum movies when we get back home. And that is why Sof is my best friend. And with that we take off.

Just as we are about to reach I hear my phone go off in my bag, thank god! I really need Matt to cheer me up. I can't fight the grin on my face when the WhatsApp message is from him.

(A/N: The names of the contacts on phones will be viewd from the other person's POV. So Matt's name will be shown as if it is saved on Al's phone and Al's name will be shown as if it is saved on Matt's phone....does it make sense? I think not.)

Matt the Catt with a Hatt - Good luck little sissyyy! You're gonna burn that stage, and if they don't, well let's just say a certain British is going to fly all the way over from America and strangle them so they die :)

Alice in Wonderland - I may need you to strangle another person so hurry back! I miss you :(

Matt the Catt in a Hatt - is it Ricky! I'm gonna hunt that guy down like a dog and kill him

Alice in Wonderland - no no no! It's not Ricky, I'll explain later. Gotta goo! Bye bro x
Matt the Catt in a Hatt - alright sis, love ya too! You'll nail the audition :) x

I love that guy, can't wait till he's back, I miss him too much. I just realise we've reached the studio and I step out of the car while Sof goes to find a parking space. "Go inside, I'll come in once I find a space" She tells... more like commands me. "Okay, hurry up yeah, I need you" And I mean every single word of it... I need her. "Don't worry I'll be there on time"

With that she drives off to look for a space and I step into hell. I go inside to the main desk and take my audition number and pass.

I go inside and find a seat, luckily there's only 4 other people auditioning, my chances feel high. Placing my things apart from the pass and form inside my bag.

I plug in my headphones and go over my audition piece in my mind. Where's Ricky? I immediately pull out my phone and WhatsApp him

Ally ♥♥ - Hey babe, where are you?

I put my phone away and run over my piece twice and I feel a presence next to me. Urgh finally Sof. I take a headphone out and speak as I turn to Sof. "You finally de-" Istop in mid sentencevas my eyes widen to comprehend the person next to me.

"I finally what?" he asks as he smirks at me with a quizzical expression on his face.

"Oh my god... you... I... Liam Payne?!" My voice is nothing but a stutter and full of shock.

"That's me!" he replies with a genuine toothy smile and my mind flashes back to earlier today, gosh what if he's a dick like Zayn.

My thoughts are proven wrong when he finally speaks up with a voice as sweet as honey. "So you're here for the audition right" he asks politely and I vigourously nod. "I sure am! I don't wanna be nosey but what are you doing at a dance audition?" I hesitantly ask trying not to sound too nosey.

"Well...." he pauses, indicating me to state my name. "Alice" I reply. He nods and then he continues his explanation. "Well Alice, unfortunately I can't tell you yet but you'll find out soon enough" he ends his sentence with a wink and I melt inside.

He. Winked. At. Me.

"Come on! Tell me! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee" I attempt the puppy dog look in hopes that it'll work but unfortunately it doesn't. "Sorry Alice, no can do" he chuckles slightly as he replys to my plea and I die for a second time

"Hmph fine! Hey, can you do me a favour?" My mind speaks itself and my eyes widen in response to what I just said. This is Liam Payne, why is he here with me, he'd never do me a favour, but then I (more like Sof) crashed into Zayn Malik today so anything's possible right?

"Aww it's the least I can do for a beautiful fan"

WHAAATTTTTT. WAIT. WHAT DID HE SAY. OK I'M DEAD. I'M DEAD AND I'M IN HEAVEN. GOD TAKE ME AWAY.

I compose myself and quietly ask him for the favour. "It's really stupid but...umm... c-could you umm.. video my a-audition piece while I...I umm.. practice so I can work on my weak parts?" I stutter as the nervousness engulfs my timid body once again.

I mentally slap myself. There's no way he'd do it. Everyone else is too busy practicing their dancing to notice that Liam frickin Payne is standing here
"Of course" he answers breaking me out of my thoughts and shoots me a genuine million dollar smile.

Wait... he just agreed, okay this is happening way too fast, I'm dreaming. I'm defiantly dreaming. Please pinch me. I feel a small but sharp pain on my arm and when I look up, I realise it's Liam. "You did say pinch me" He speaks with a hint of playfulness in his voice. Huh... "I...what?"

SHIT I NEED TO STOP THINKING OUT LOUD.

MENTAL SLAP TWO.

"Umm.. th...thanks" I reply to his previous agreeing of me asking him for a favour.
I notice a small space in which I can practice without anyone seeing so I get up and we walk to the space, I hand him my phone, I press play on my iPod and I let the music take me into a trance.

As soon as the music stops Liam stops recording and has a humungous smile on his face. "That. Was. Briliam" I laugh at his reference but thank him as he hands me my phone.

"Listen Alice I gotta dash but good luck for your audition and I'm 99% sure you'll get the part" He says in a voice full of encouragement and confidence. Awwwh! He's so frickin sweet!

"What about the other 1%" I ask in a jokey tone. "We'll just have to see won't we" he winks again as he replys and walks off leaving me to die, reincarnate and die again.

The auditions start and thankfully I'm the last one so I'll get extra time to practice. But the funny thing this time is that when people go in, they don't leave from the same place they went in from, meh they probably go from the other door so we don't know who the people deciding our future are.

Hehe. Yay. (Note the sarcasm).

Sof finally comes rushing in and takes a seat next to me huffing and panting, indicating that she ran from her parking space "I had to park four fucking roads away." she huffs and pants as she struggles to form words. WOAHHH. FOUR. "WHAT. Why?" I whisper yell as I ask for a reason.

No space you dipshit.

Just as she's about to reply, I get called up.

"Shit. I'm the last one" I exclam, my voice overflowing with worry. "Girl relax! you're gonna be fine! Keep calm and dance ok" I smile at Sof's miserable attempt to give me a positive vibe. "Seriously Sof, i'm so bloody scared, what if I slip up, what if this is my last chance? I'm so scared Sof... I'm so scared"

"Listen Al, Al listen to me, nothing is gonna happen, you're going to be amazing okay. You are gonna blow their socks off. Trust me girl!" her voice is powering and full of confidence so I guess I have no option but to trust her right?

With that I give her a hug and step into the studio. But theres one question at the back of my mind.

Where's Ricky?

I walk to the audio operator, hand him my iPod and he plugs it in. I walk to the middle with my face down not wanting to know who the people are but I guess I have to. I'm literally shaking, i'm so bloody scared. Okay calm Alice... calm down. I close my eyes, take God's name and look up. I open my eyes and instantly freeze at the sight in front of me.

(A/N: ehhh... what do you guys think? It's my first story so sorry if it's a bit shit, but please comment on how I can improve :) who do you think she saw ;) I'd love the feedback!)

(PLEASEEEEEEEE vote and comment? please?)

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