Through the Dark

“Well you better get going.” I say patting Harry’s leg “You guys are the star of the show, not me.” Standing up I stretch and we head back to the studio. “Hey tell Jeremy to check his phone.” I tell Niall.

“Okay sure. Are you leaving?” Niall said, reaching for his phone.

“Shhh don’t tell, but, I can’t be here any longer. I need some fresh air.” I say looking through the window at Zayn, who is clearly staring at me.

“Really? Okay.” he say’s giving me a hug and going into the studio.

Quickly taking out my phone I text Jeremy.

‘Hey bro I gotta bail on you. Can’t be in there any longer. I’ll be at the beach ;) Sorry.’

Looking up to get one last look at Zayn I see all of them looking at me. Jeremy looks mad and the boys look confused, except Niall who seems sad. Waving at them and giving them a smile I turn around and rush out of the building. Once out I feel a huge relief come over me. That’s when I notice the front lot filled with girls. Staring at me. Crap. A security guard walks up to me and I tell him my story and he helps me out of the war zone. Finally away from the crazy fans I check my Google map to see that I’m a couple blocks away from the Hollywood Walk Of Fame. Planning out the day in my head I decide to save the beach for last.

“Hmm should I walk around or take a taxi? Well walking would obviously be cheap and the cab would be expensive. Well,”

taking out a quarter “let’s flip on it. Tails I walk, heads I ride.”

Flipping the coin I look up to get blinded by the sun. Closing my eyes and missing the coin I get pushed over by a guy on a skateboard.

“OW! What the hell!” sitting up I look over to see a cute guy getting up off the ground.

“Oh god I’m so sorry miss. I did’t see you there. Are you okay?” he says helping me up “I hope those pants aren’t new.”

Looking at my pants there’s a huge black spot on my butt. “Well know we know why they say not to wear white after labor day.” Wiping off the dirt and scum I look up to see him staring at me. “What? Is there something on my face? Do I have a ginormous zit on my nose?”

“Oh no nothing crazy like that. You are just to pretty to be alone. Are you lost?”

“Are you flirting with me? If so please tell me. I don’t get that stuff. It confuses me. And I don’t need another Zayn to think about.” picking up my sunglasses and putting em back on I turn around headed for the Walk Of Fame.

“Zayn? I’m Luke. You’re not from here are you?” he says picking up his skateboard and walking beside me.

“Is it that obvious?” I say tying my hair in a ponytail.

“Well you look normal.”

“Aw thanks. I’ve always wanted to be a normal person.” I say sarcastically.

“I meant you don’t dress wild, or have any tattoos and crazy piercings. You look different. Are you cold? You seem to be bundled up. You know it’s about 92 degrees out here.”

“Well it is kinda hot but I’m okay. So are you from here?”

“Yeah Cali born and bred. I was just going to the skate park. Wanna join me?”

“No I got plans. Places to go, people to see.” trying to sound important.

“Well since you’re from out of town it is my duty to be your tour guide.” Luke says smiling at me.

Stopping by his place he gets an extra skateboard and fills his bag full of water, treats, and a blanket. Hours pass and Luke shows me how to skate, takes me to lunch, and gets me to all the beautiful attractions L.A. has to offer. Falling in love with this city time files like nothing. It’s almost 10 and Luke takes me home.

“You live here? Wow!”

“Not really. It’s my brothers house. I’m just here visiting for the week.”

“Oh well damn that house is amazing.”

“Yeah easy to get lost in too.” turning to Luke I give him a big hug and thank him for my day.

“Well hey if you’re not busy tomorrow we can spend more time at the beach.”

“Yeah that sound fun. This time I’ll leave my jacket here. I almost got heatstroke!”

“Yes dress cool. It can easily get 103. So shall we pick you up?” he says hold up his skate board.

“Sure. What time is good?”

“I’d say at 9. We can start early and have more time together.”

“Sounds good.”

Saying our goodbyes I walk into the house and meet Jeremy on the stairs. He gives me a big lecture of running off and how a girl should not be in the city alone. Explaining that I wasn’t alone and apologizing for leaving him hanging at the radio station, we say our good nights and off to bed we go.

“Oh and I have plans tomorrow!”

“Okay!”

“Jeremy? Who’s number is on this paper?”

“Oh Zayn wants you to call him.”

“What?”

“Goodnight!”

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