The Vivid Direction (BSE series P.3)

Morbid Fame.

Cordelia's p.o.v.

Fame. It's a funny thing huh? It sort of scares me a bit. I'm not used to so much attention, but with the girls, I'm fine. It's been what two weeks and a half since the boys left for tour. I've been a bit sad with Zayn's leaving, but not too sad. We text each other every day, we skype, we call each other every night and every morning. He sends me post cards, which are always lovely and have cute little love letters on them. No one quite knows we are together, right now Zayn Malik and Cordelia Smith are both single and don't know each other. I guess it's not so bad, but it sort of upsets me whenever I see Zayn with other woman, not that he's into any of them.

After I had gotten dressed in a cute and comfortable outfit. Well comfortable to me anyways.

A pair of burgundy skinny jeans, a cute white tee shirt that said "I solemnly swear I am up to no good.", a jean jacket, a pair of white all star high tops, and my deathly hallows necklace, a few bracelets, and golden snitch ring. My hair was curled, a cute white bow in my hair, my makeup consisted of black eyeliner, light eyeshadow, and red lipstick.

Me and Maya headed out and about.

She was in a great outfit. A cute pair of white capris, a green tie button up without sleeves, a pair of pale pink pumps, and a pink purse on her arm. She wore some silver bangles, a nice airplane necklace with matching earrings, and a pair of brown retro sunglasses. Her hair was curled, a green sparkly headband on her head. She wore pale pink lipstick, pink eyeshadow, mascara, and brown eye liner.

"So, being famous huh?" She grinned to me.

"Eh, it's not all its cracked up to be." I shrugged.

"Yeah, wanna get some ice cream?" She gestured to the ice cream shoppe. We were walking around Hollywood, enjoying the nice sunny day.

"Sure, I can never say no to ice cream." I grinned. She nodded and we went inside. I got different flavors all the time. This time I got black cherry ice cream, topped with cherries and whip cream in a cup. Maya got banana and strawberry ice cream topped with banana slices, strawberries, chocolate syrup, and whip cream.

"Heaven to my taste buds man." I hummed.

"Yas!" Maya moaned, scooping another mouthful into her mouth.

"Sunglasses! Hats! Tee shirts and more! Hello there miss!" A shop keeper shouted to us. He had one of those shops on the streets. Magazines lined the shelves, hats and other merchandise hanging up.

"I'm gonna go look at the souvenirs." Maya smiled to me. I nodded, following her up there. I looked at the magazines as she talked to the man. I gasped grabbing one.

"What? What is it?" Maya asked grabbing the magazine out of my hands. I covered my mouth as the tears started brimming in my eyes.

"Oh dear lord." Maya tisked. She took out her phone, dialing someone's number. After a few rings, someone answered.

"Niall, let me speak to Zayn." Maya ordered.

"Qu'est-ce que l'enfer est cette merde Zayn!? Vous savez ce que je parle! Vous et une fille aux cheveux roses êtes sur la couverture d'un magazine faisant sortir!" Maya spat into the phone.

[What the hell is this shit Zayn!? You know what I am talking about! You and some pink haired girl are on the cover of a magazine making out!]

"Yes Louis was right! I did say all that just now! How could you! Cordelia is-well she's not doing anything-she's just standing here like she saw a ghost." Maya cupped my cheek.

I bolted. I took off down the street towards the house.

"I've got to go!" I heard Maya yell into her phone. "Cordelia!" She shouted towards me. I ran as fast as I could go, wiping the tears out of my eyes.