(Sydney's POV)
"So tell me again why I have to break in to one of the toughest võ sĩ quyền anh in Bradford's dressing room?" I asked my so called Những người bạn as we walked towards the building.
"Because, it's the only way we will get some of Zayn Malik's stuff!" Claire stated, shoving me and a few of my other 'friends' behind the tường to the building.
"Lets just get this over with..." Rolling my eyes, I lend in to here the plan.
"Syd, you'll break into the club. We, me Alissa and Kate will stay here and wait for bạn to return. bạn will make sure no one is in the room then run and and grab something! Make sure NOT to get caught, got that?"Claire asked,
"Yeah..." I replied.
"Trust me, once bạn see him, you'll be drooling!" Alissa said. I shrugged my shoulders, running the plan through my head.
They chose me, being the youngest one, to sneak into this famous boxers dressing room - Do boxers even have dressing rooms? According to Claire, they do - and somehow find a piece of something he has touched. Obsessive much? Now I'm not a big người hâm mộ of the 'Zayn Malik'. I barely know what he looks like, yet I still have to make sure that he doesn't see me... Bet yet, that no one sees me. This, will be easy. Barley anyone ever notices me.
"Syd! Go!" Claire đã đưa ý kiến nudging me in the direction of the night club.
I walked down an alley that led to a back door of the nightclub. Unfortunatly, my luck was low. The door opened, reveiling a worker throwing away garbage. As he was walking, his back facing me, I quickly ran inside, letting the door close. I was completely lost. There were staires that went up, and staires that went down. The staires that go down must be the basement . . . right?
I ran up the stairs. I stopped and rested my hands on my knees, panting hard. I stood up straight and slowly opened the door infront of me. I looked left and right. A sign pointed to the right read,
"Arena." The left sign, I couldn't read because I was hearing footsteps behind me. I quickly turned left and ran down the hall, trying to find a cover.
I climbed into a dirty trash can and crouching down to hide myself. I felt a slimey substance drip on me. Oh, they are so going to get it once I'm done with this. I heard voices. It came closer until it was infront of the trash can. I felt something hit my back, liquid trailing inside my shirt. I almost gagged at the smell of beer. Great, I have gooey substance and bia all over me. I probably smell like a zoo animal. The voices faded away, making it quiet.
I quickly hopped out of the trash can, my hair and outfit all wet. A door opened, making me crouch down behind the trash can.
"Malik! You're on in ten minutes! Hurry the bloody hell up!" A man yelled,
"Alright alright simon! Hold on!"Another voice shouted.
It sounded thêm young and quite dull. They passed me and walked down. I checked out both of them. One was too old, the other seemed to be my age, 19. He had dark brunette hair and a white tank with black shorts and black sneakers. He had a a bunch of tattoos, well from behind bạn could tell. I looked down the opposite hall to see the door slowly closing. I quickly jumped up and saved the door from closing. I looked down the hall where they walked down. Not seeing them, I took this chance to read the door "Zayn Malik" A smirk grew on my face as I walked in, quietly closing the door, even though it could close itself.
I looked around the neat room. Nothing out of place. I wanted to examine more, but that's not why I'm here. I looked for something to take. I hate how they are making me do this. I'm sorry Zayn Malik, please don't beat me to death! Wow, now that I think of it, I'm stealing something from a professional boxer, who might come back at any minute. I rushed around, spotting a watch. Eh, that's something he touched. I grabbed it, placing it into my pocket.
"One sec Simon! I forgot my water in my room!" I heard a familiar voice yell from outside the room. I panicked and jumped behind a sofa. I heard the door open and close. I tried to nuzzle as far down as I could go, while being quiet.
"What the?" I heard the same voice whisper. My eyes widened. I left a dirt puddle of bia that dripped off of me all around his dressing room. I would like to thank God that it didn't lead to where I was hiding. "Aye, Simon! Come look!" The voice shouted.
"What!"Another voice grumbled. "What is this? What did bạn do Malik!" The same voice shouted, causing me to flinch.
"Nothing! I left to go practice, but before I left, it wasn't there! And when I came back, now bạn know the rest," I heard Zayn shout back.
"Clean it up! We don't have time for stupid crap like this!" The simon guy said.
"I ain't cleaning up crap that ain't mine!" Zayn argued.
"You better! hoặc I'll make sure bạn lose this match!" It got quiet after that. The door opened then closed. I peaked to see that I was still stuck in my hiding spot.
"Stupid manager," I heard Zayn mumble. My tim, trái tim was pounding and I tried to control my heavy breathing as best as I could. The silence is not helping one bit. My phone buzzed in my pocket making me freeze. Again, I would like to thank God for having it on vibrate. I slowly pulled it out. The lighting better not give away my hide out.
From: Claire:
Are bạn in yet?
The girls are making me watch Nialls match. but, we have to be careful around security, we didn't pay to watch. I was about to quietly reply when I heard a growl above me. . . I looked up and met a pair of dark brown eyes. Oh crap..
"So tell me again why I have to break in to one of the toughest võ sĩ quyền anh in Bradford's dressing room?" I asked my so called Những người bạn as we walked towards the building.
"Because, it's the only way we will get some of Zayn Malik's stuff!" Claire stated, shoving me and a few of my other 'friends' behind the tường to the building.
"Lets just get this over with..." Rolling my eyes, I lend in to here the plan.
"Syd, you'll break into the club. We, me Alissa and Kate will stay here and wait for bạn to return. bạn will make sure no one is in the room then run and and grab something! Make sure NOT to get caught, got that?"Claire asked,
"Yeah..." I replied.
"Trust me, once bạn see him, you'll be drooling!" Alissa said. I shrugged my shoulders, running the plan through my head.
They chose me, being the youngest one, to sneak into this famous boxers dressing room - Do boxers even have dressing rooms? According to Claire, they do - and somehow find a piece of something he has touched. Obsessive much? Now I'm not a big người hâm mộ of the 'Zayn Malik'. I barely know what he looks like, yet I still have to make sure that he doesn't see me... Bet yet, that no one sees me. This, will be easy. Barley anyone ever notices me.
"Syd! Go!" Claire đã đưa ý kiến nudging me in the direction of the night club.
I walked down an alley that led to a back door of the nightclub. Unfortunatly, my luck was low. The door opened, reveiling a worker throwing away garbage. As he was walking, his back facing me, I quickly ran inside, letting the door close. I was completely lost. There were staires that went up, and staires that went down. The staires that go down must be the basement . . . right?
I ran up the stairs. I stopped and rested my hands on my knees, panting hard. I stood up straight and slowly opened the door infront of me. I looked left and right. A sign pointed to the right read,
"Arena." The left sign, I couldn't read because I was hearing footsteps behind me. I quickly turned left and ran down the hall, trying to find a cover.
I climbed into a dirty trash can and crouching down to hide myself. I felt a slimey substance drip on me. Oh, they are so going to get it once I'm done with this. I heard voices. It came closer until it was infront of the trash can. I felt something hit my back, liquid trailing inside my shirt. I almost gagged at the smell of beer. Great, I have gooey substance and bia all over me. I probably smell like a zoo animal. The voices faded away, making it quiet.
I quickly hopped out of the trash can, my hair and outfit all wet. A door opened, making me crouch down behind the trash can.
"Malik! You're on in ten minutes! Hurry the bloody hell up!" A man yelled,
"Alright alright simon! Hold on!"Another voice shouted.
It sounded thêm young and quite dull. They passed me and walked down. I checked out both of them. One was too old, the other seemed to be my age, 19. He had dark brunette hair and a white tank with black shorts and black sneakers. He had a a bunch of tattoos, well from behind bạn could tell. I looked down the opposite hall to see the door slowly closing. I quickly jumped up and saved the door from closing. I looked down the hall where they walked down. Not seeing them, I took this chance to read the door "Zayn Malik" A smirk grew on my face as I walked in, quietly closing the door, even though it could close itself.
I looked around the neat room. Nothing out of place. I wanted to examine more, but that's not why I'm here. I looked for something to take. I hate how they are making me do this. I'm sorry Zayn Malik, please don't beat me to death! Wow, now that I think of it, I'm stealing something from a professional boxer, who might come back at any minute. I rushed around, spotting a watch. Eh, that's something he touched. I grabbed it, placing it into my pocket.
"One sec Simon! I forgot my water in my room!" I heard a familiar voice yell from outside the room. I panicked and jumped behind a sofa. I heard the door open and close. I tried to nuzzle as far down as I could go, while being quiet.
"What the?" I heard the same voice whisper. My eyes widened. I left a dirt puddle of bia that dripped off of me all around his dressing room. I would like to thank God that it didn't lead to where I was hiding. "Aye, Simon! Come look!" The voice shouted.
"What!"Another voice grumbled. "What is this? What did bạn do Malik!" The same voice shouted, causing me to flinch.
"Nothing! I left to go practice, but before I left, it wasn't there! And when I came back, now bạn know the rest," I heard Zayn shout back.
"Clean it up! We don't have time for stupid crap like this!" The simon guy said.
"I ain't cleaning up crap that ain't mine!" Zayn argued.
"You better! hoặc I'll make sure bạn lose this match!" It got quiet after that. The door opened then closed. I peaked to see that I was still stuck in my hiding spot.
"Stupid manager," I heard Zayn mumble. My tim, trái tim was pounding and I tried to control my heavy breathing as best as I could. The silence is not helping one bit. My phone buzzed in my pocket making me freeze. Again, I would like to thank God for having it on vibrate. I slowly pulled it out. The lighting better not give away my hide out.
From: Claire:
Are bạn in yet?
The girls are making me watch Nialls match. but, we have to be careful around security, we didn't pay to watch. I was about to quietly reply when I heard a growl above me. . . I looked up and met a pair of dark brown eyes. Oh crap..
Hahahahaha!!! Lol!!!!! We all know how Niall is with his food!!!!! Especially Nando's!!!!! If I ever go to the UK, the first thing I'm going to do is eat at Nando's!!!!! Then I'm going to go to 1D World!!!!!! I know that it's going to be a long time from now so I guess I better start saving up!!!!! How much do bạn think I'll need? $100? $200? Oh what the hell. bạn and me both know I'm gonna need about $300 hoặc $400 to get everything I want from that place!!!! Am I right? hoặc am I right? Yeah I know I'm right!!!!! Im probably going to pass out just bởi standing at the door!!!!!! Have any of bạn been there? If bạn have what's it like? Omg I won't be able to survive it!!!!! I already know!!!!!
hi its 1dfan here yah no one knows me so bạn can get to know me my name is stephanie but call me 1dfan and i like to read and blog about one direction. so lets get on with that. ok haylor is now broken up sorry for those that liked haylor. i dident like haylor i think it made harry happy so i dont care.
what do bạn think the other boys felt like when thay started dateing. do bạn think thay liked it hoặc not i mean seventeen đã đưa ý kiến harry had a crush on her but niall hasent goten to ngày deim yet i wonder will be calling them i mean thay can date. its not like its forbition. i think louis and his girl friend are a cute cuple. and whats the deal with tumbler i just herd of it like a tháng cách đây so it cant be as as good as face book and tweeter. i mean one direction is on every thing im not saying thats bad i tình yêu one direction.
xin chào who knows when one direction made it big like when every one knew about them.well gtg ( that means got to go) bye ttyl
what do bạn think the other boys felt like when thay started dateing. do bạn think thay liked it hoặc not i mean seventeen đã đưa ý kiến harry had a crush on her but niall hasent goten to ngày deim yet i wonder will be calling them i mean thay can date. its not like its forbition. i think louis and his girl friend are a cute cuple. and whats the deal with tumbler i just herd of it like a tháng cách đây so it cant be as as good as face book and tweeter. i mean one direction is on every thing im not saying thats bad i tình yêu one direction.
xin chào who knows when one direction made it big like when every one knew about them.well gtg ( that means got to go) bye ttyl