I lay stretched out on the black leather sofa in my semi-crappy two bedroom apartment that I shared with my best friend Sammy. My shift at the campus bookstore had ended an hour ago and immediately I came home and plopped onto the couch. Sammy was in her last class of the day, but instead of paying attention to her professor lecture about essay structure, she was blowing up my Twitter timeline trying to get some singer guy (who was already following her) to notice her tweets.
@SammyH: @zaynmalik followed me OMG!
@SammyH: @zaynmalik Hi :) !!!
@SammyH: @zaynmalik I love your cover of Mario’s Let Me Love You!
@SammyH: @zaynmalik your new AVI is so cool!
@SammyH: @zaynmalik I am running out of things to tweet and you still haven't noticed me.
And it went on and on. I shook my head in humor and decided to get up and change out of the khaki pants and black t-shirt uniform. I pulled my black wavy hair into a messy bun before pulling on the white camisole and black gym shorts. As I made my way back into the living room, Sammy walked through the door.
“Hey,” I greeted her with a smile as she walked over to the stainless steel refrigerator and opened the door roughly. “Are you okay?” I asked while folding my legs underneath me on the sofa.
Sammy glared at me before taking a swig of water, “I’ve been trying all day to get Zayn to reply to me. The other five celebrities who followed me did it!” Sammy liked to be able to tell people that she had a conversation with a celebrity, even if it was something as simple saying hello.
“Maybe he didn’t see your tweets because thousands of other girls were doing the same thing,” I shrugged grabbing my ear buds off of the end table and plugging them into my iPhone. Sammy was still rambling, but I had my music on and couldn’t hear her. Whilst jamming out I shoved my feet into my Nike Shocks and prepared to go for my daily run. She looked at me with annoyed expression as she pulled her pure blonde hair into a sloppy ponytail and walked into her room. “See you in twenty minutes!” I yelled to her as I walked out of the door.
My run had come to an end at campus. I slowly headed towards the cafeteria where Sammy knew to meet me. 'Take Care' by Drake featuring Rihanna was playing. I pressed my home button and scrolled until I reached my Twitter app. I scrolled the tweets before a thought popped into my head and I decided to share it with the internet world.
@KatBXoXo: It annoys me when someone is asked to name their favorite group and they automatically say something NSYNC or Backstreet Boys. Have none of you heard of Boyz II Men???
My app notified me that Sammy had retweeted me as I handed the cashier my school ID. Sammy finally arrived minutes later and we went to grab a plate. When we got back to the table Sammy looked at her phone and gasped.
“Kat check your Twitter,” she ordered. Warily I obeyed curious as to see what could have her so excited.
@zaynmalik: @KatBXoXo They don't know bout the classics.
“Oh…” I trailed off nodding appreciatively as I began to type.
“What are you doing?” Sammy asked me with wide eyes. I looked at her curiously before looking back down at my phone.
“I’m replying to his tweet.” I answered with a dumbfounded expression.
@KatBXoXo: @zaynmalik I agree. They're stuck on the bands of today which aren't even close to the originals.
@zaynmalik: @KatBXoXO none of them?
“He replied to you twice.” Sammy commented as the notification sounded. “How is that possible?” She shook her head with disbelief. It was hard not to laugh at her. “Does he even follow you?” I shrugged my shoulders replying to whoever this guy was.
@KatBXoXo: @zaynmalikNone of the ones I've heard. They're too pop and not enough R&B.
I sat my phone down figuring the conversation was over. Sammy was still in awe. She must have known something about this Zayn guy that I didn’t, because she was literally silent with awe. And if you knew Sammy, then you knew that getting her to be silent was pretty much impossible.
We ate dinner and went back home. Sammy drove and I hopped in the car too full to run back. Each of us went our different ways in the apartment. We had finals to start studying for. I had been studying at the small desk in my bedroom for about an hour when I decided to check my home screen. To my surprise I had a direct message on Twitter.
Zaynmalik: What do you have against boy bands?
KatBXoXo: I don’t have anything against them. As a matter of fact I heard a nice song by one the other day.
Zaynmalik: Do you know who they are?
KatBXoXo: Um… One something… I think they’re from the UK.
Zaynmalik: Could it be One Direction?
KatBXoXo: I guess so...
Third Person P.O.V
Zayn read the message with a curious smile. Who was this girl? He didn’t know. Someone he followed had retweeted her and he replied without thinking. He had been waiting fishing through his mentions when he saw her reply and before he knew they had exchanged a few tweets. Now he was looking at her profile trying to figure her out. He had followed her and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she followed him and he could send her a direct message.
Full time college student, part time worker. I like long walks on the… Wrong girl. I don’t know anything about this fandom stuff.
LA (where the hot people stay)!!!
She was cute, Zayn admitted to himself as he looked at the profile picture of her wearing large sunglasses smiling at the camera. Her hands were on her hips and she wore a sea green bikini. Even her hair seemed to have a chill aura to it resting in a side ponytail on her shoulder. She seemed to be very relaxed, which was a relief considering the girls he typically talked to on social sites. Zayn Malik had been single for a few weeks now. He wasn’t really looking for a new relationship, but Kat could definitely be a new friend.
He clicked on her pictures going through them. Some blonde girl with ice blue and features of a TV actress were in a lot of them with her. He noticed she didn't post many pictures of herself which he found ridiculous because she was more attractive than a handful of the celebrities he met. She was involved in some organization that she mentioned a lot. He figured the red head girl who she had taken a few pictures with was in it as well. The last picture he looked at was one of her on the back of a dark haired guy who wore black sunglasses. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, but outstretched and she was leaning back with her arms in the air as the guy crouched forward holding her bare legs. He looking over his shoulder at her like he wanted to make sure she was okay, but she wore a wild expression clearly excited about something. The caption simply read: “We won, they lost, and that's all that matters!” Zayn wondered if the guy was her boyfriend, but decided he wasn't when he remember her previous picture (one of her and four other girls at the club) which she captioned: “All the single ladies ;)”. So he continued to exchange messages with the girl from Twitter while wondering if he would ever get the chance to meet her.