I'm Jessica Olivia Connelly. My mum and dad doesn't want me to be friends with guys. They don't want me to encounter people. So obviously I don't know any if the "in" stuffs. I almost have all I wanted. Fancy dresses, jewelries, gadgets... everything... I have everything except one thing. LOVE. My parents want me to marry someone... someone I don't love. And because of that, I ran away. Not because my parents are torturing me. They never layed a finger on me. They love. i ran away because I wanted to be free.
I'm faraway for início now.
Our house: link.
I really don't know where to go. After a long walk, i get tired and saw a beautiful house: link.
I walk closer and rang the door bell. A cute curly- haired guy opened the door. I really hate people with curly hair but this guy makes me amor it: link . with a gate. He smiled at me. I amor those dimples and that smile makes a girl's coração melt and his eyes... the best. I think it's gray or green. I don't know. Well, i'm not having a crush with this guy. I just told you what it is when you'll get the chance to meet him. xD
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Boy: Hi. Uhmmm how can I help you?
Via: I'm Olivia Connelly. I know you don't know me but I need a place to stay and I ran away from início and-
Boy: Okay. Okay. I'll let you stay.
Via: Thank you. A million thank you. Thank you so much!
Boy: Come in. (leads her to the door) Guys this is Olivia. We'll let her stay here.
She saw four boys sitting at the living room: link.
Via's POV
A black- haired boy who I think is a Pakistani or Indian or.. I don't know spoke.
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Boy w/ black hair: what if she'll tell the media about us. where we live.
Via: Wait. What do you mean? You're criminals?
Boy with curly hair: No. Of course not. We're famous so we don't want the fãs to go here and freak out.
Boy with Irish Accent: Wait. Do you know who we are?
Via: No.
Oldest Boy: Well, she can stay.
Via's POV
A few minutos later a woman around 40 enters the house.
Woman: Hello, boys. (sees Via) Oh Zayn is this your girlfriend? She's pretty.
I didn't know that the black- haired boy who is... errr... Zayn- i'm not sure if he is the Zayn that the woman talked to, is standing ebside me instead of the curly hair boy.
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Zayn: No, mum.
Via: I only met them a few minutos ago.
Woman: Oh. I'm Lucy Malik. Zayn's mom. [A/N: I only made that name]
Via: Nice meeting you. I'm Olivia Connelly.
Lucy: I'm sure you already know them.
Via: Ummm not yet.
Lucy: Okay. This is my son Zain. [A/N: pronounced as Za-een]
Zayn: Mom, zayn. (he corrected)
Lucy: Okay. (to Via) Admit it, young lady. He's cute right?
Via: Errr (touches his face) Yeah. He's cute.
Lucy: Okay. (points to the boys) This is Niall. Liam. Louis. (pints to the curly haired boy) Harry.
Harry: (like a 5 ano old child) Hello!
Lucy: Via, you're dirty. I think you need a make over. C'mon let's go upstairs. (drags her upstairs)
while the two got upstairs...
Harry: (goes to Zayn) Isn't she stunning?
Zayn: She's beautiful. Natural beauty.
