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Chapter 4: London (Part Two) {UNFIXED}

Recap:

Gina looked at me strangely the whole time, as if I was a puzzle. I squirmed in my seat restlessly. She didn’t say anything, and for the first time, she barely even joked unless she was addressed personally by one of the girls. I smiled, joked and tried to avoid her steely, disapproving gaze, which only made me guiltier.

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-Taylor's POV-

This is friggin' scary. What did the man mean by London is not safe? Some of my friends have been to London before us and they didn't tell us anything about London not being safe. What the fucking fuck.

"Come inside the bus!" The man said. "And by the way, my name is Paul." We nodded and went inside the red double-decker bus with tinted windows. The bus was pretty big but was a normal bus with seats and everything, with one door which probably leads to a small bathroom. There were spiral stairs going up, and since the girls were exploring the whole bus like Dora the Explorer, I decided to go upstairs.

I was completely amazed. The walls were cream-colored and the floors were light-colored vinyl wood tiles. There was one big kitchen with an island in the middle with a few chairs around it.

The bus started moving so I guess Paul started driving. 

I walked further inside and I saw three closed doors. Those are probably bedrooms. I walked and went inside a room with an open door. There was a long white leather sofa with a few cushions on them and a coffee table with snacks. There was a flat screen TV plastered on the wall. There were a few bookshelves, too. This must be the living room. I walked around the huge living room, still looking at my surroundings, but instantly regretted looking at them. I bumped into something..or someone.  I looked up to see a guy with black hair styled into a quiff with hazel eyes wearing a white shirt with a red varsity jacket. The guy looked a bit familiar, I just couldn't remember where I'd seen his face from.

"Sorry," I apologized. 

"S'okay. Sorry too," He said back, smiling a bit. I smiled back. We just stood there staring at each others faces for a moment until I heard footsteps, then Julia's voice.

"Hey Taylor, have you s-" She said, stopping mid-sentence. "Y-you're..you're-"

"Zayn Malik from One Direction?" The guy said. So that's who he is...I expected him to be wearing a cashmere sweater with a bow tie and khakis and big geeky glasses. The other girls went upstairs and inside the living room too.

"Hi! You're Zayn Malik, right? I'm Elissa Scott," Elissa said, smiling. I'm quite sure she was resisting the urge to fangirl in front of his face. He smiled a sincere smile back and waved. "This is Gina Anderson, Stephanie Clarke, Julia Garcia, and you've already met Taylor Perrie, right?" Elissa said, pointing at each of us. He smiled that adorable smile and nodded. 

Wait..what?

Did I just call his smile adorable?

"TAYLOR! This dude is the gay guy that you've hated for years!" I mentally scolded myself. Well, whatever. Calling his smile adorable is just a compliment, it's not like I have a crush on him or whatever. This is weird, though! I've seen pictures of him before and I never thought that he'd be this cute.

Stupid brain, stop calling him cute!

I was cut out of my thoughts by someone clearing their throat. I slightly shook my head and realized that I've been staring at Zayn. I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. I smiled awkwardly and looked away. This is so embarrassing! Now he will think I like him and he'll laugh at me and say I'm friggin' hideous. I'm in deep shit.