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London. Night One. The lights dim, the crowd roars. You weren't the biggest One Direction fan, but when they came to your city, how could you say no? There was something about the atmosphere, the buzz in the air, that made everything feel electric. The stage was huge, the energy was contagious, and soon enough, you found yourself clapping and singing along, despite not knowing every word.

Zayn Malik was just a figure on the stage, someone you had heard about, but didn't pay too much attention to. Yet, as the boys began goofing around on stage, something caught your eye. His gaze shifted in your direction, his eyes locking onto you in an instant. You didn't hear the quiet exchange between him and Niall, but you saw his lips move, a small grin tugging at his lips.

"Row three, in the white top. She's rather cute," you could imagine him saying, even though you had no idea. You were in row three, wearing a simple white top, caught up in the moment, like everyone else. But when his eyes found you, there was a spark. You definitely noticed it.

As the concert carried on, Zayn made his way to the smaller stage, and the crowd erupted. His name echoed through the stadium, the cheers almost deafening, but he waited, letting the anticipation hang in the air. When it finally died down, his voice was smooth, cool, and the microphone crackled to life.

"We’re gonna get into my song, but first..." He paused, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "I just want to give a little shout-out. Pretty girl in row three, white top. How you doin' over there?"

Suddenly, the spotlight shifted, and before you knew it, a microphone was being shoved into your face. The crowd was waiting for you to say something, and all you could do was stare at Zayn, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.

And just like that, Zayn Malik had a new little crush.