Idol (Zayn Malik)

Chapter twenty-six - Give me love

Give me love like her,

'Cause lately I've been waking up alone,

Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,

Told you I'd let them go,

And that I'll fight my corner,

Maybe tonight I'll call ya,

After my blood turns into alcohol,

No, I just wanna hold ya.

Max's POV

Her phone started to sound. A facetime call was coming. It was him.

"Can you please answer?" She said. Her hair was all unarranged, and she was eating her breakfast eggs.

I took the phone and answered the call.

A guy with sad eyes appeared on the screen.

"Where is she?" He asked immediately.

"She's eating breakfast." I responded coldly and he sighed.

"Mate, can I please talk to her? It was all a misunderstood." I looked at him. He was desperate.

I considered my options. Astrid had been kinda happy last night, but I knew that the boy would make her happier. Also, I highly doubted that the Zayn guy had done something to hurt Tri. He looked really trashed.

"Dude" I looked at him "She ain't doing alright"

"Hey, Max, right?" He talked to me and I stared at him and nodded "The girl of the other day, she's like my cousin. Nothing sentimental at all. I don't want anything with her. I don't want Astrid to think badly of me. I would never do what she is thinking that I did. Besides, do you really think that I'd hurt Astrid on purpose? She's the best girl on earth. I would have no reason to make her suffer"

Damn, he was in love.

So was I.

But Astrid didn't want me.

Flashback:

"C'mon, babe, let's go to sleep" I looked at her and she smiled.

"Ok" She nodded. "I can take the couch"

"No way, you're sleeping with me." I told her.

"Max..." He looked at me. "I don't want to confuse things. You're my best friend and that's how I want it to be."

"It's alright" I tried to hold my feelings. "But you take the bed, I'll go to the sofa".

"I'll let her know, ok?" I told him and the guy's eyes shone with emotion.

Zayn's POV

I had convinced Astrid's friend Max to get her to talk to me.

Wait, why was he shirtless?

"He needs to talk to you. It's really important" I heard him say.

"No, it's not, Max. I don't want to talk to him" She responded. Crap.

"No, Astrid, you'll talk to him. For your own good, ok?" I could see her make one of her pretty faces showing defeat.

"What do you want?" I saw her face after what seemed ages.

"Hello, love" I saluted her and she waived me.

"You don't have the right to call me love. I am not your love, and you're certainly not mine" Ouch.