"Jessie is still performing steadily. This picture is amazing."
"Why does Jessie have such a good angle? She can always get to the front row at every concert."
"Wow, Zayn is so good-looking when he plays the piano! His hand was kissed by God!"
"Thank you for taking such a handsome photo of my husband!"
As the number one fan of Zayn, I had specially learned how to take photos and edit pictures.
My Twitter account was full Zayn's photos and paintings of him, so I had hundreds of thousands of followers.
But soon, a private message on Twitter caught my attention.
"Jessie, we got the latest location of Zayn. You're good at taking photos. Do you want to take something with us?"
The latest location
I noticed that something was wrong, so I immediately replied, "Okay, but how do you know the information is right?"
"We installed a tracker in his car. We're on the way to his hotel."
"Smack!" Seeing this sentence, I slapped the keyboard angrily. 'Damn it, they are stalking him.'
'No, I can't let Zayn's privacy be exposed, and I can't let them follow us to the hotel to take photos secretly.'
I quickly took out my phone, found Zayn's number that I had saved the day we married and called him.