okay so this chapter will be more focused on Morgans and Zayn's relationship, love ya, hope you liked the update !!!

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At around three in the afternoon, I felt someone sit down next to me. Of course, my eyes were glued onto my laptop therefore I didn't expect it. Which obviously would result in letting out a small scream and jumping a bit. Or a lot. It depends.

"Hey Morgan," Zayn says with a chirpy tone, focusing on my laptop. "What're you reading?"

I quickly turn my laptop away from him, closing it. I don't know how I'd explain how I was reading a fanfiction about the entire band kidnapping a little girl for absolutely no reason. You know, the book is pretty equivalent to my situation. Zayn tried to open my laptop, but I pushed it aside so he couldn't see the authors work. He gives me a weird look and I give him a gentle, innocent smile.

"Oh, it's nothing," I say, dragging the word 'oh' on, leaning back while keeping the fake innocent smile on my lips. "Just some silly little book I found. Nothing associated with you."

"I saw my name along with Niall's," he replied, grinning. "It's pretty rare to find a book with both our names side by side unless it's about us."

A blush crosses over my cheeks, "Alright, fine. I got bored so I started reading a fan fiction. There's no smut though, I'm not that weird."

"Smut?" He asks. "What's that?"

My cheeks get redder. "Oh, um. It's nothing. You don't need to know. You're too young."

He gives me an odd look, then laughs lightly. He pushed himself off the bed. "Alrighty. Get ready please because I'm taking you somewhere so we can get to know each other a bit better. It'll be a little chilly so don't wear shorts."

"Wait, where are you-"

In the middle of my sentence, Zayn left the room, slamming the door shut. I sigh, glaring at the door shortly before standing up. I yank on the ends of my sleeves, pulling them over my hands as I search my closet for an outfit. I pull out a pair of black leggings along with a dark grey t-shirt with black seams. I also pull out a red flannel, deciding that'd pull the outfit together. I stared at the flannel for a moment before throwing it back in and replacing it with one of Niall's Jack Wills sweatshirts.

It's chilly, he said.

(i think it's Jack Wills, I don't know because I'm CANADIAN EH?)

(okay sorry that was really awkward)

I walked into the bathroom, locking the door shut behind me. I quickly pile up my clothing onto the closed toilet seat. Then, I peel off my dirty clothes so I could shower.

Ten minutes later, I managed to clean myself and my hair. It was a short shower, probably the shortest I've ever had so Zayn better be happy with how "long" I'm taking. Once I dry myself off, I put on my new clothes. Niall's sweater hung loosely around me and I smiled happily at that.

When I am almost done blow drying my hair, I hear a knock on the door. I take a second to open it but I went right back to drying my hair.

"You almost done?" He questions and I nod. I brush my hair, leaving it down. Some pieces were still damp, but hopefully the sun would dry it. I turn to Zayn, frowning. "I have no makeup."

"You're naturally beautiful, Morgan. You don't need makeup," he replies, tugging on my wrist. I look down to hide the blush rising onto my cheeks. When I look back up, I realize we're in the living room. I pull my wrist away from Zayn.

"Hey, is that my hoodie?" Niall asks, pointing at the white hoodie on me. I widen my eyes, rushing to pull on my black converse. "Um, nope. This is mine. All mine. Belongs to me. Not you."

He began to walk over and I squeak, grabbing Zayn's arm. "Let's go Zayn, we don't want to be late."

I pull him out the door, slamming it shut behind me to keep from Niall who looked pretty intimidating. Zayn laughs.

"Is that really your hoodie?" Zayn questions, sassily crossing his arms over his chest.

"Pfft. No," I reply, dropping him from my grasp to walk over to his white car. He follows in pursuit. When I realize he unlocked it, I quickly pull open the door and step in.

"Wait. Are we going someplace fancy?" I question, staring down at my outfit that was not proper 'fancy' attire.

"No, not at all," he says, smiling.

"Where are we going?" I ask, as he started the car. I pulled on my seatbelt, and we drove off.

"Well, we're going to..." he trails off, smirking at me.

"Go on," I say impatiently, excitement spreading throughout me.

"An amusement park!"

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"No way," I mutter as I crane my neck backwards to stare at the 350 foot drop of a roller coaster. It seemed as if the top blended with the clouds, and it looked like the drop is 90 degrees. Not exciting.

"Yes way!" he smirks, stepping in line. I groan, following in pursuit. It's better than standing underneath the scorching sun, left to be sun burnt rather than tanned.

"You're going to be recognized," I say, eyeing up a small group of girls only a couple people away. I hear Zayn laugh. After, I feel the weight of his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry," he says, pointing behind us. I turn my head slightly, only now noticing the two bulky bodyguards standing behind us. They stood with straight posture, and they kept a rich black suit on. Their hands were gently folded by their crotch, and curiosity filled up in me. Why do they stand like that? It's not like it protects them at all, they're just stood there. It also looks quite awkward. I snap back to reality when Zayn tells me the line is moving.

"Do I have to go on it? It's not too late to leave the line," I whine, looking up at the abnormally large roller coaster. I felt my stomach turn, and I sigh.

"Yes," he says, ruffling my hair. "You'll be fine."

I scoff, "No I won't. But, don't be surprised if I throw up or squeeze your hand tight. And I think you forgot that your hair will get messed up on the ride."

"My hair, oh god I forgot!" he says, sighing. I laugh, smiling as we move up in line. Unfortunately, minutes upon minutes later we managed to be in front of the small gates, ready to get on the next cart. Panic finally surged throughout me as it pulled up, and people began to get out.

"It was so scary," I hear a girl say. I bite my lip, getting in the seat. I pull the seat thing over my lap, breathing in deeply. The cart made a weird noise, and my eyes widen with shock.

"Don't worry. I'm right here. It's safe, okay?" Zayn reassures me, grabbing my hand. I nod slowly, keeping my eyes locked on the persons head in front of mine. The person who works the ride yelled scan, then all clear three times, and we were off.

"Out of all the rides there are, why'd you pick this one to be first?" I question as the carts tilted back as we began to climb up the incline. Zayn looks out to his right, staring at the view while I look nowhere else but the persons hair in front of me.

"Because this is the scariest, therefore you won't be afraid to go on others?" He says more as a question.

"We're going to die," I whisper. I force myself to look down at people below us, and they looked so tiny. I felt like an elephant. I could stomp on them all. I breathe in deeply, noticing we were only seconds away from plunging to our death.

"Oh my god!" I scream as we dropped down the nearly 90 degree drop. Zayn lifted his hands in the air, laughing and shouting along with me. We went over multiple drops, and then I noticed something ahead. A loop.

"Shit," I mutter as we swiftly approach the loop. I scream as we quickly go upside down, only to begin climbing up another incline that seemed quite tall. It only took a couple seconds, but the rail made a swift turn around, allowing us to look over the park before plummeting downhill once more.

"It's over?" I question as we come to an abrupt stop. I lean back against the seat, sighing, relieved. "It's over."

As soon as the cart in front of us began to leave, we approached back at the venues where many people waited. As soon as our seat belts unlocked, I sprinted out of the cart. I pushed open the exit gate, walking quickly down the small hill and out onto the open ground.

"Morgan, my goodness," Zayn mutters, jogging up beside me. A couple bodyguards trail along behind us. I began looking around, sometimes glancing at rollercoasters we walk by, always declining Zayn's offer to go on them.

Then I saw it.

A cotton candy stand.

"Oh, Zayn! Cotton candy!" I say excitedly, grinning widely as I turn around to look at him. "Can we please get some?"

"Yeah, sure." Zayn pulls out his wallet, grasping a crisp twenty dollar bill. He walks up to the counter and shoots the lady a smile. "Two medium pink cotton candies please."

The lady smiles, nodding. "That'll be eight dollars thirty cents."

Zayn gives her the bill, and she places a ten dollar bill along with the change on the counter. "Eleven seventy is your change."

The lady then grabs a cone, and begins swirling it around in the machine. I send a small smile up to Zayn, quickly thanking him for buying it. After about a minute, the lady hands us two cotton candies. I smile and thank her, and she tells me to enjoy my day.

I caught up to Zayn who already was walking away. He looks down at me. "So, what do you want to go on next?"

"Oh! Can we go on the ferris wheel?" I asked, eyeing the large ferris wheel in the distance.

"Of course, but let's finish our cotton candy." I nod, agreeing to his statement. While finishing up our cotton candy, we began to slowly walk in the direction of the ferris wheel.

We were walking in One Direction.

Funny?

No?

Tough crowd.

Zayn glanced over at me as I peeled off the last bit of cotton candy that hugged the paper cone. His eyes widen with surprise, and without thinking he blurts out, "You finished it that fast?"

"Yeah," I shrug, shoving my cone in some random bystanders hands. They looked at my confused, before their eyes widen, probably noticing us. I nudge Zayn, and we quickly speed up. Once we were far enough away from the person, I grab some cotton candy from Zayn's cone.

"Aye, that's mine!" He exclaims, a small laugh falling from his lips. I smile back, putting the cotton candy in my mouth. As we walked along, we soon heard very close shuffling footsteps coming from directly behind us. Slowly, Zayn turns his head and we both heard gasps.

Behind us was a small group of girls.

"Oh my God, it's Zayn Malik from One Direction!" (not its not)

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SOOOOO HOW DO YOU LIKE IT? SHORT CHAPTER, YEAH? I KNOW.