You were sitting in Starbucks, waiting for your sister to come. She was flying in after 2 years, taking a break from her married life and kids. And she was late. Like 1 hour too late.
You just kept getting something small so they'd let you wait, but you were starting to get looks from everyone.
"Where is the damn woman." You grumbled to yourself impatiently. You were typing away on your phone, texting your sister to hurry up.
Suddenly, the door burst open and you see a mob coming through. A guy with a very familiar hairdo was at the end, or rather the beginning of it. There were paps coming in, snapping photos of everything and the whirring of shutters and flashes didn't stop until the manager stepped in.

The mob of girls was harder to stop. They were all over the poor guy, whoever he was. Your sister replied that she couldn't make it and you just rolled your eyes ate nothing in particular. It was just like her. You picked up your latte and started making a way out but it was impossible. Then you got pushed and your drink was all down your front.

Irritated, you pushed through to get to the washroom to clean yourself up. You just squeezed yourself in time. There was no screaming girls there. You breathed and got the tap running, trying to prevent the stain from drying off, when all of a sudden there was a loud bump and the door opened and a guy, huffing and panting, bolted it to keep the crowd out.
He just slumped to the floor. You went to see if he was alright. He got startled. "Oh sorry, I didn't know someone was in here, the manager unlocked up the door for me..you see that crowd, right?" He seemed apologetic.
"Uh, yeah..Zayn. That's some crazy fans you got." You were surprised at how calm you sounded, when inside your heart was flying at top speed.

"Oh gosh, your sweater's all mucky, here take my jacket." His eyes twinkled as he wrapped his jacket around you.
"Wow, uhh, thanks. So when do you think we'll be able to get out?" You looked to him.
"I don't know for sure. I means, it's a coffee shop, after all, even if they get tired they'll run on caffeine." He joked and you laughed.
You both spent some time locked in there, and after a while, the crowd thinned, and he thanked you for your company. "Maybe we could hang out?" You nodded to him. ::::

Notes

Watch out! For Zayn wants to make you his Malika! (His Queen )
You're the music to his soul!