Busking (One Direction AUS FanFic)

Chapter 19

To tell the truth I have no idea where this story is going. But i'm not going to stop it because I still owe it to my old friend Shreya. I haven't spoken to her in a while but I'm not going to just stop writing it.

i hope you enjoy even though its short. And as I explained in my other story, Pinky Swear, I don't have internet so that's why i haven't posted in forever...

enjoy, comment, vote and fan :D

~ Miki XOXO

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~ZAYN’S P.O.V~

I hugged Shreya close as we stood at the top of the tower. She was shivering, but kept gasping at the beauty below. “Zayn, Zayn! Look at that!” She cried, pointing at the blue and red flashing light below. I watched the small lights fade into the distance. “Oh, look at that!” She cried again, pointing to the sky this time. I looked up and saw a plane flying past. It was low, obviously going to land somewhere. “Look at that!” She cried, pointing to a tall building close by. I followed her finger and squinted, only to see a couple having sex in one of the windows.

“Shreya!” I cried, covering her eyes and moving her away from that part of the tower. She giggled and tried to move my hand. “I am not letting you watch live porn!” I laughed. She laughed louder.

Snuggling into me further as we stood on the lake side of the tower, Shreya smiled as she finally moved my hand away from her eyes. “I wasn’t. I thought it was funny. They should’ve closed the curtains.” She stated.

I rolled my eyes. “But they didn’t. And you’re still not watching that.” I told her. She stuck her tongue out at me and turned back around. Grabbing her waist I spun her around and dipped her much like before in the hotel. “I love you, Shreya.” I whispered before kissing her.

Best place to kiss someone you love.

~SHREYA’S P.O.V~

Lying down next to Zayn when we got back to the hotel was comforting and really warm. I was still shivering from the cold up on the tower, making Zayn worry. “Zayn, I’m fine!” I told him for the thousandth time when I knew he was about to ask again.

He sighed and shrugged before pulling me closer on the couch. “Sorry that I worry, love.” He told me. I nodded and rubbed my hand along his stomach.

We were both quiet for a while, and I had no idea what he was thinking. But all I could think about was how we had our first successful date. The last date had ended in Zayn in a coma and me in a state no one wanted to be in.

Zayn was about to get up, but I whimpered and pulled him closer. He didn’t complain, just pulled me into him more and kissed the top of my head. “I’m fine Shreya. I’m here for you. I always will be.” He whispered, kissing my head again.

And that’s all I wanted. All I needed was Zayn by my side and I’d be happy.

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“Shrey, come on. Wake up.” I heard as I yawned. I opened my eyes and frowned. The trip to Paris was officially over. “Come on baby, the plane’s landing.” He told me while buckling my seatbelt.

I frowned and grumbled under my breath, wanting to go back to Paris already. “Can’t we ask them to turn it around?” I asked. Zayn laughed and shook his head. I groaned and closed my eyes again.

“Ah, ah! No sleeping. We’re landing soon.” He told me, pinching my arm softly. I snapped my eyes open and slapped his hand away.

After the plane had landed and we had gotten off, we walked through the airport hand in hand behind the boys. The others were running around, jumping on Paul and in Louis’ case: riding a skateboard. “Your band is a band of idiots.” I told Zayn.

He placed his hand on his heart and gasped. “I’m hurt!” He said in mock pain.

“Oh you know what I mean.” I grumbled. He laughed and pulled me under his arm, kissing my temple. “How long until we get home?” I asked.

“About an hour.” He told me. “It depends how long it takes to go through customs.” I groaned and lent into him more. He chuckled and kept pulling me along, eventually catching up to the others and slinging his other arm around Niall.

“Awh! Ziall at its cutest.” I murmured sleepily. Niall smirked and pinched my cheeks. I didn’t have the energy to stop him, only groan. “Ni, stop it.” I groaned, trying to slap his hands away. Zayn chuckled but hit Niall’s hands away for me. It was going to be a long car ride back home.