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C'mon C'mon

Chapter 3

Kat’s P.O.V
“Guess what!” Sammy squealed excitedly as we checked our campus mailboxes for the last time that semester. Exams were finished which meant that campus would soon be shutting down except for a two week break before summer classes began.
“What?” I asked not really paying attention to her. She was easily excited by things.
“I said guess,” she groaned sweeping her pure blonde hair off of her shoulders.
“Um, Adam Levine asked you to marry him?” I guessed jokingly. Sammy had an ubber crush on Adam Levine. She thought he was God’s gift to women.
Sammy rolled her eyes at me before responding, “The station has two more One Direction tickets to give away and since the contest deadline is up and no one else got the answer to the challenge question correct, there is a scavenger hunt for the employees. Whoever solves the most clues by next Friday gets the tickets.” I stared at her waiting for the punch line. “Don’t you get it? If I solve the most clues then you and Zayn will be able to meet, fall in love, and you’ll hear my big fat I told you so.”
“That’s if you win and that will never happen.” I reminded her. Joanne, Sammy’s coworker, was a bigger One Direction fan than any nineteen year old college student should be. The walls of her bedroom back home were covered in posters, pictures, cut outs, and more. She had t-shirts, necklaces, and a backpacks. It was too creepy to be cute.
“That’s the spirit,” Sammy chirped as she skipped towards Starbucks in the food court. Sammy had a rule: Never tell God what will never happen. She tells herself that she’ll never meet Adam every day in the belief that one day God will remind her whose boss.
“Forget your rule Sammy. I’m pretty sure none of what you said will ever happen.” I shrugged with a small smile.
“We’ll see about that.” She countered giving me a deadly glare before turning to the barista and placing her order. I shrugged turning to towards Chick-Fil-A. I was in the mood for a chicken salad sandwich.
Third Person P.O.V
One Direction had just finished rehearsal and was headed back to their hotel. They were in Atlanta, Georgia. The days were wounding down on their tour, but even then they would still be in the States finishing up their third album, promoting their movie, and doing a bunch of other stuff that management felt require six months of living away from home.
“Zayn we’ll be in LA next week. Maybe Kat will be there and you’ll get to meet her.” Niall spoke optimistically. “And she's not at the concert you could still run into her before we leave in November.” He continued with a wide smile.
Zayn shook his head, “Naw I doubt it mate. She isn’t even a fan. Plus a lot of people live in LA. It's a big city.” Niall frowned and Liam chuckled.
“Okay, but you have her number so you can always call her and ask to meet up somewhere.” Harry reminded Zayn.
“That would be weird. We are just friends Harry. It’s not like that.” Zayn disagreed.
“Friends meet up,” Niall commented. Harry nodded in agreement. Louis smirked as Liam squinted in thought. It was clear that the two were up to something as usual.
“She may be busy with school and things.” Zayn stated with a shrug as he pulled out his cell phone. For every suggestion they had, he had a counter argument. It wasn't that he didn't want to meet Kat, it was that he wasn't sure that she wanted to meet him. Despite what the world thought, Zayn was rarely sure about himself when it came to girls. He was used to sixteen years of being ignored and now every girl around him wanted to be his special someone. It was nice meeting one who genuinely couldn't care any less about who he was.
“How old is she?” Liam inquired. He hoped Zayn wasn't talking to some sixteen year old girl and that was why he was so determined not to meet her. They would be a field day waiting to happen.
“Nineteen,” Zayn answered as a smile played at the corner of his mouth. He had just received a new message from Kat.
Kat: Is it illegal to kill your best friend if she’s being really annoying?
Zayn: I say no, but others might say different.
“He must be messaging her now,” Louis commented. “Just look at that smile.” He pointed to Zayn causing the other three lads to look his way.
Zayn looked up hesitantly, “I’m not smiling.” He worked hard to pull his lips to a straight line.
“Yeah and Harry doesn’t have curly hair,” Louis sassed.
“Face it mate, you fancy her.” Harry added knowingly. Zayn rolled his eyes and returned to the conversation he was having.
Niall and Harry were constantly asking Zayn about Kat. While they were in Texas he caught them trying to call her from his phone. Luckily he took it back before the call connected.
“We just want to know what she’s like,” Harry huffed causing Zayn and Liam to roll their eyes.
“Does she cook?” Niall asked. “Because if I'm going to live in another country for six months then I need a friend who cooks.”
“I don’t know,” Zayn answered slowly nearly confused. He was use to the lads being weird, but sometimes they took it to a new level.
“Does she sing, because you have bad luck with singers?” Louis asked. They were on the tour bus heading to the next venue. In three days they would be in California and it would be a lie to say that Zayn wasn’t the least bit curious about rather or not he would actually meet Kat. He knew the odds were in his favor since they would be there so long.
“No, or at least she didn’t say anything about singing.” Zayn answered paying more attention to his phone than to the boys.
“Do you know anything about her?” Liam inquired. He had noticed that Zayn could hardly answer the lads questions.
Zayn sighed looking up. “She’s nineteen, her birthday is the twelfth of August, she's in her second year of university at UCLA, lives with her best friend, likes to run, loves music, spends too much money on books and she’s studying for medical school.” Harry, Liam, Louis and Niall stared at him with open mouths. Zayn looked down as his Twitter alert sounded.
@KatBXoXo: Locked myself out again. :( Where is Sammy?
“Oh and she forgets her key at home on a nearly daily basis.” He added as he chuckled at the tweet.
“Wow, you learned all of that from just messaging her? You must really fancy her.” Niall commented going back to rummaging for food. Zayn groaned as Liam chuckled and Louis smirked. Their minds would never be changed.
Kat’s P.O.V
“That was so scary,” I was on the phone with Zayn for the first time ever. I was home alone and we had been text messaging when I heard a noise come from the hallway. Instead of calling 911 like a sensible person, I called Zayn. He talked me into arming myself with hairspray and checking it out only to find that a picture had fell off of the wall. When I informed Zayn of my discovery he laughed loudly in my ear.
“It was a picture. Not a murderer, rapist or burglar.” Zayn responded in his thick accent still laughing. It was late afternoon and he had just gotten out of rehearsal when I called.
“No, the scary part was being on the phone with you. How would the police understand you when you called to tell them what happened? The combination of your accent and the way you talk would have confused them for hours and I would have bled to death.” Instantly he stopped laughing.
“They would understand me better than your high pitch screams. 'Oh my gosh I’m going to die!'” He imitated me poorly.
“I did not scream,” I defended myself as my bedroom door opened and Sammy walked in dressed in khaki pants and a navy Southern Marsh polo. She eyed me curiously. I held up my hand signaling for her to be quiet. Sammy smiled mischievously and rubbed her hands together like the villains do in kids movies.
“Hey Kat I have to go,” Zayn informed me as voices could be heard in his background. “I’ll try to call after the show. Don’t get killed by any pictures.” He chuckled.
“I’ll try my best,” I played along as we ended the call. “What’s up?” I asked Sammy crossing my left leg over my right and placing my phone on the night stand.
“What is today?” she asked as she toyed with a necklace on my vanity dresser.
“Friday,” I answered slowly not sure where she was going with this.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but last week I informed you of a certain scavenger hunt I would be participating in.” Sammy turned to face me with a knowing smile. I stared at her trying to figure out what the heck she was talking about. Seeing as how I couldn’t recall the conversation, Sammy pulled two tickets from behind her back and waved them with a smile. “We’re going to see One Direction!” I think she expected me to jump up in excitement, but in all honesty I stayed on my bed leaning against the padded headboard like before.
“When is this concert that you are dragging me to?” I asked nonchalantly. Just because Zayn and I were friends (or whatever) didn’t mean that I was a fan.
“Tomorrow night so grab your phone and tell lover boy you’ll be seeing him live and in person.” Sammy winked as she walked out of the room. Lover boy? What the heck Sammy?
It was two o’clock Saturday and I was fresh out of the shower. My hair was drenched and I had a cream colored towel wrapped around my wet body. Sammy could be heard getting ready from her bedroom. The concert didn’t actually start until seven-thirty, but according to Sammy if we wanted to be the first ones through the door we have to get there at least two hours early. Thank goodness it was summertime.
What do you wear to your new friend’s concert? I wondered as I stared at my packed closet. I rarely got rid of clothes so they just accumulated over time. After staring aimlessly for several minutes I padded my way to Sammy’s bedroom. Her door was open and her queen size four poster bed was covered in mountains of clothes.
“Sam?” I questioned slightly frightened to step inside. A groan sounded from the closet as a black strappy stiletto came flying out. It crashed into her small desk and knocked down the lamp. “You just killed your lamp.” I announced taking tentative steps inside. Where is she anyways?
“I have nothing to wear,” she grumbled appearing from under the mass chaos. Her hair was puffy and all over her head and she wore her hot pink plush house coat.
“Okay it looks like I’ll have to be the stylist tonight,” I sighed grabbing a black cropped vest top with the Batman logo and tossing it to her, “You have a pair of stone washed jeans with that will look good with that along with your yellow wedges.” I decided.
“What about my hair?” She whined catching her reflection in her full length mirror. I bit my lip in thought. Twenty minutes later Sammy’s hair was parted down the middle with a windblown look. While she applied her make-up I went to find me something to wear. I settled on a pair of red leather skinny legged pants and a blue fitted vest top with the Superman logo. I paired the ensemble with my black suede studded booties and went to the bathroom to do something to my hair.
“We are so cute,” Sammy smiled at our reflections pulling out her phone to take a picture.
@SammyH: Ready to see @onedirection live with @KatBXoXo pic.twitter.com/p/pH67g89
I retweeted the picture adding my own caption before fluffing my curly ponytail and sighing. I really didn't want to do this, but I knew that Sammy wouldn't let me out of it.
“Ready to go?” She asked sliding her cell phone into her back pocket. I nodded. As we walked out of the apartment, my best friend paused and looked back at me. “We may be on pledge duty next semester.”
“Why?” I asked. “We're not alphas.” I put in wearing a confused expression.
Sammy wore a guilty expression. “Megan asked for my extra ticket and when I told her I had already asked you to come she got pissed and said something about pledge hell.” Megan was our sorority sister. She over the pledge rush committee and in charge of assigning an alpha to a beta. However, neither Sammy or me were alphas since we had only been a part of the sorority for a few months. We rushed as a joke thinking that we wouldn't get a bid, but surprise surprise they actually wanted us. Now we were stuck with them unless we dropped out of school.
Third Person P.O.V
The opening chords of 'Kiss You' played as the lights went down and the screams escalated in pitch. The concert was in full swing.
“Oh I just wanna take you anywhere that you like. We can go out any day any night. Baby I’ll take you there, take you there. Baby I’ll take you there yeah.” Zayn appeared first causing the fans to scream more which only increased when Harry popped up, if that was possible.
“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, you want me too. Let’s make a move.” Liam pointed to a girl in the third row who was holding a Niam sign.
“Yeah! So tell me girl if every time we…”
“Touch,” all five guys sang as they swagger stepped onto the stage. “You get this kind of rush. Baby say yeah ee yeah ee yeah. Yeah ee yeah ee yeah. If you don’t wanna take it slow. And you just wanna take me home baby say yeah ee yeah ee yeah. Yeah ee yeah.”
“And let me kiss you.”
Sammy turned to Kat, “Harry Styles is oddly attractive. Like he has a baby face, but it's really nice to look at.” She commented. They had lucked up in their seats. They were on the floor, third row, on the right.
One Direction finished Kiss You and interacted the crowd some more. It didn’t matter what they said, they got a chorus of screams in response. It wasn’t until 'Heart Attack' when Zayn noticed Kat. Niall ran to him during Louis’s solo and whispered in his ear in a rush.
“Isn’t that Kat right there in the front?” he pointed subtly and Zayn followed his finger. He found the girl Niall was talking about and instantly knew her. She stuck out only moving side to side calmly to the music, but not singing along, crying, shouting or stretching her arm as far as possible. She looked like she was enjoying herself but also bored out of her mind.
“Yeah that’s her,” Zayn answered trying to catch her eye, but she wasn’t really paying attention. He could tell she was just trying to make it through the concert. He wondered why she was there. Did she come to see me? He thought as they guys announced Twitter time.
“Zayn is so trying to make eye contact,” Sammy leaned over and whispered in Kat’s ear, but when they looked back to the stage Zayn was looking elsewhere. “You missed it.” Kat rolled her eyes and continued to try to engage in the performance. The guys sounded good live, she had to give them that. But she didn’t really know their music.
After Twitter Time One Direction performed Little Things and then C’mon C’mon. As the music started Zayn made his way to center stage and bent down so that Kat had no choice but to look directly at him.
“The one that I came with she had to go. But you look amazing standing alone.” He laughed away from his microphone when he took in Kat’s un-phased expression. Jokingly she clutched at her heart and fanned herself causing Harry to laugh as well. The girl beside Kat glared at her envious. Zayn walked to one of the security personnel at the front of the stage and leaned forward. He was giving the man some type of instructions because the man nodded. Right before the last song the man came over to Kat and Sammy.
“Would you please come with me?” he asked politely motioning for them to follow.
“Oh my gosh you’re going to meet him!” Sammy squealed as they entered backstage. “Are you nervous?”
“No,” Kat responded carefree. Sammy looked her in complete wonder. They were now standing backstage watching One Direction finish their concert. As soon as they said good night the boys rushed off stage. Zayn managed to push through them. Without thinking he grabbed Kat in a hug. She laughed in surprise, “Hi.”
“Hi,” Zayn smiled pulling away and taking a step back. “What are you doing here?”
Kat pointed to Sammy who had taken it upon herself to introduce herself to rest of One Direction, “Sammy won tickets at work and dragged me along.”
“Sammy just became my favorite person,” Zayn joked. He was nearly drenched in sweat and Kat couldn’t help but notice it was attractive on him. “I have to go change, but wait here and we’ll go somewhere afterwards.” He rushed off before Kat could respond.
“Boom goes the dynamite.” Sammy rolled her neck. “Now the true adventure starts; the rollercoaster of love.” Kat rolled her eyes at her friend. Sammy may have ended up being right about her and Zayn actually meeting, but everything else she knew wouldn’t come true.


Two for the price of one! You're welcome!!


Lol I love Zayn in this! Its funny♥

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Update plz !!

so crazy 4 1D so crazy 4 1D

I updated!!!

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I'll be posting the sequel soon.
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Omg I love this story plz update!!!
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