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Chapter Ten...

We're not, no we're not friends, nor have we ever been. We just try to keep those secrets in a lie, and if they find out, will it all go wrong? And Heaven knows, no one wants it to.

We're not friends, we could be anything. If we try to keep those secrets safe. No one will find out if it all went wrong. They'll never know what we've been through.

So I could take the back road, but your eyes will lead me straight back home. And if you know me like I know you, you should love me, you should know.

But my friends won't love me like you. No, my friends won't love me like you.

Friends; Ed Sheeran.

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{Perrie's POV}

They say you don't need magic to dissapear, you just need a destination. I've never enjoyed flying, it's never been something I've liked doing- but it's part of my job. I guess though, that time period that you're up in the air and you're flying, it's like you're away from any civilisation, besides who is on the plane with you. You get to escape from the paps and the journalists, the hate and the fear, just travel away, but not loosing yourself, just loosing other things for a while.

The girls and I are heading to America for a week. Just to do some recording or something, promotion and stuff like that. Harry and Jade are busy snogging in the corner, Louis is chatting to Leigh- Anne and keeping her company as she had to farewell Jordan last night, and Jesy and Jake are whispering sweet nothings to one another. Me? I'm standing by the big windows, watching the planes and other activity on the runway, waiting for our flight to be paged... and standing next to my ex- fiance... sorry, best friend now!

Our date was two days ago now and we haven't really talked much about it. We've just gone back to being friends again. Maybe that date will mean something down the track, maybe it won't. All I am aware of at the moment is that I had a lot of fun and the kiss is something I will not forget.

"BA7001 flight to Los Angeles, LAX is boarding now. BA7001 to Los Angeles boarding now. Thank you." The p.a. system announces. Well! That's our flight! I turn to face Zayn who just smiles at me and digs down into his pocket, pulling out a black pencil with black wood and black led. I give him a confused look as he hands me over the pencil. Right then...

Zayn chuckles at me holding the pencil in confusion. Why the heck he has given me a pencil, I have no fucking clue?!

"What's this for?" I ask Zayn and he just smiles, bends down, places a gentle kiss on my cheek and then walks off, flashing me a smile before he dissapears into the crowds of people lining up. God Almighty Zayn Malik!

"PEZZ!" I hear Jesy's voice boom and I navigate my way back to the girls as we line up to board the plane. A pencil......?

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I look out the tinted windows of the car we've just pulled up to the hotel we're staying at in, and there's a lovely amount of photographers outside the car. I look at Jade who sighs and pulls on her glasses. I pull mine over my eyes and then pick up my bag in my left hand and my pencil in my right. Yep! Still got the pencil!

I push open the car door and get out, the flashes being blared at us as Jade follows, then the other two behind her. The paps keep yelling stuff but I just ingore them, heading straight up to the doors and inside to the foyer of the hotel. Once the other girls are inside we do all the check in stuff and then navigate our way to the the four bedroom, hotel room.

When we get up there Jesy opens the door and we head inside to the living area. Kitchen, lounge, dining, not very big but very nice. Big glass pane windows, modern furniture, enough space for four girls to live in for what will be five days here.

Jade laughs and points out the pieces of paper with our names printed on them, stuck to the four bedroom doors. One name per room. I smile and head towards the door with Perrie printed on it, eager to get into my bed and sleep. Flying is tiring. The girls are good at sleeping on planes, I am not. I can sleep anywhere but on a fucking plane.

I push open my door and drag my suitcase behind me, laying it down on the wooden floors and placing my bag on top of it. I look around my room, queen size bed, mirror, nightstands, closet, big windows looking out across the city and a little book on my bed. Wait! Little book....?

I walk over and pick up the little black notebook. Surely this doesn't come with the room.... I open the front cover and a little note is printed on the front page.

This is for you to write down anything that makes you sad. Then I promise that one day there will be a day that this book will come in handy. Zayn xxoo

I instantaneously feel giddy and pull the pencil out of the pocket I put it in, laughing at his stupid cuteness. Pencil to go with the book. Little asshole. Gorgeous asshole though. Still a bit confused at when it will come in handy, but I'm sure that I'll be using this.

I grab my phone and sit down on the bed. Oh God this is so comfy! I open up my phone to messages and click on the second name from the top, Zayn. I changed his contact from Hubby <3- obviously.

To Zayn: Thank you

I don't know how the time zones are working right now, so for all I know, he could get that whenever. Over time the two of us have gotten used to time zones, I guess we had to. It was just a minor part of maintaining a hectic relationship.

I feel the side of my bum vibrate and slap my hand around that area, trying to grab my phone. When I pick it up I smile at who has sent me a text.

From Zayn: xxx

I feel a little butterfly escape up into my chest, creating a small fluttering sensation near my heart. Best friend my ass... he's more than that, but why am I afraid to admit it?