Best Friends (a Zayn malik fanfiction)
"Cayla? What happened to you?"
"Energy juice!" I hear once again from my laptop. I smile. Even though I've watched the video diaries a million times, it still makes me smile. Ever since Zayn left all those years ago, I just haven't felt the same. I was cooking eggs and tea for myself, while quoting the video. I really missed Zayn, or Dj Malik, or Bradford Bradboy, whatever they want to call him. I even stayed in the same house, hoping he may come and visit me. Right, like that was going to happen.
"Well. Time to go to work, eh?" I told my fish. I ate breakfast, put on my makeup, and fixed my hair.
Now, you're probably wondering who I am and everything. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Cayla. I own a very small restaurant, well more like a diner, actually more like a dive. I am one of the two chefs and The only waiter. Fiona is the other chef. Amelia? I'm not sure what she does, comic relief maybe? Anyway, I used to be friends with Zayn Malik. I also used to have a silly little crush on him. When he left for x-factor, things just changed, in me. I changed my hair, and blocked myself from everyone, except my friends, and my goldfish, Tony. I still stay in the same house I've always lived in, in hopes he'd visit. If you're wondering how I even got the diner, my mum died when I was 17. In her will me and my friends got the diner, and I got the house. Luckily I looked eighteen at the time, so the government didn't put me in an orphanage. Anyway, back to my story.
"Hey! Cayla! There's an order that is extremely complicated! He asked for no pickle on his burger! What should I do?!" Amelia yelled from across the kitchen.
I face-palmed. "Amelia?"
"Yeah?"
"Get out of my kitchen."
"Ah, I see what you did there." Fiona looked up from the stove. We were all directioners, did I tell you that? Well now you know. We high-fived.
That was the highlight of the day, well, until I started walking home. I saw a line of a bunch of girls who were squealing and hopping from foot to foot. You could tell they were tourists. "Good lord." I said, "There must be a celebrity visiting." I went over to one girl and asked her what was going on.
"Oh my god! I love your accent! It's just like a English accent! Awesome! Oh and One Direction is here! ONE DIRECTION!" She yelled and then squealed, must be American.
"Wait, when you say One Direction, you mean Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, and Zayn Malik right?" I asked.
"Omg that accent! Yes it is them!" She yelled again.
"Zayn." I whispered to myself. I decided my TV at home could wait. I waited at the end of the line. When I finally got to the front I went up to Zayn.
"Hello, what do I have to sign." He looked tired. And he looked a wee bit different.
"Zayn." I said with a big smile on my face. He didn't recognize me, then I remembered, I did change my hair and gotten older. "It's me, Cayla." I said.
"Cayla? What happened to you?"
"It's a long story." I said.
"Well. Time to go to work, eh?" I told my fish. I ate breakfast, put on my makeup, and fixed my hair.
Now, you're probably wondering who I am and everything. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Cayla. I own a very small restaurant, well more like a diner, actually more like a dive. I am one of the two chefs and The only waiter. Fiona is the other chef. Amelia? I'm not sure what she does, comic relief maybe? Anyway, I used to be friends with Zayn Malik. I also used to have a silly little crush on him. When he left for x-factor, things just changed, in me. I changed my hair, and blocked myself from everyone, except my friends, and my goldfish, Tony. I still stay in the same house I've always lived in, in hopes he'd visit. If you're wondering how I even got the diner, my mum died when I was 17. In her will me and my friends got the diner, and I got the house. Luckily I looked eighteen at the time, so the government didn't put me in an orphanage. Anyway, back to my story.
"Hey! Cayla! There's an order that is extremely complicated! He asked for no pickle on his burger! What should I do?!" Amelia yelled from across the kitchen.
I face-palmed. "Amelia?"
"Yeah?"
"Get out of my kitchen."
"Ah, I see what you did there." Fiona looked up from the stove. We were all directioners, did I tell you that? Well now you know. We high-fived.
That was the highlight of the day, well, until I started walking home. I saw a line of a bunch of girls who were squealing and hopping from foot to foot. You could tell they were tourists. "Good lord." I said, "There must be a celebrity visiting." I went over to one girl and asked her what was going on.
"Oh my god! I love your accent! It's just like a English accent! Awesome! Oh and One Direction is here! ONE DIRECTION!" She yelled and then squealed, must be American.
"Wait, when you say One Direction, you mean Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, and Zayn Malik right?" I asked.
"Omg that accent! Yes it is them!" She yelled again.
"Zayn." I whispered to myself. I decided my TV at home could wait. I waited at the end of the line. When I finally got to the front I went up to Zayn.
"Hello, what do I have to sign." He looked tired. And he looked a wee bit different.
"Zayn." I said with a big smile on my face. He didn't recognize me, then I remembered, I did change my hair and gotten older. "It's me, Cayla." I said.
"Cayla? What happened to you?"
"It's a long story." I said.
9/16/13