Here is another (:
You run into your room and slam the door behind you remembering to lock it. As soon as you are safely curled up in your bed you let the tears fall.
"(Y/N) is that you?" A voice whispers through the door.
"Please go away Zayn, I don't want to talk right now." You manage through your tears.
"Com'on, please let me in love."
You contemplate whether or not to yell at him for not obeying your wishes to leave or if you should climb out of bed and open the door for your best friend. You hesitate before pulling back the covers and stepping out of bed. Slowly you walk over to the door and turn the lock and open it. You see Zayn with his forehead to the wall across from the door. He hears the door he turns to face you and you can tell he is worried.
"You can come in." You mumble.
"Thank you." He half smiles.
You walk inside and sit on the bed. He follows behind you and motions for you to scoot over. Once he is seated next to you on the bed, you grab a pillow and hug it tight.
"What happened?" He finally asks.
"Twitter happened." You shot back.
Before you could say anything else he was across the room grabbing your laptop off the desk. He walks back over to the bed and takes his place back on the bed next to you. He opens up the screen and sees your twitter still open. He begins to read some of your mentions aloud.
"(Y/N) stay away from our boys!
-We all know you are just there for the publicity!
-You aren't even pretty so I don't know why the boys even like you.
-Back off of them or we will make you regret ever meeting them.
-You are hideous (Y/N), I really don't know how the boys like you, you shouldn't even have ever met them. Ew." You begin to cry harder. Zayn slams the laptop shut and shoves it to the side.
"Absolutely none of that is true. And you know it! I don't know why you feed into that kind of stuff love." He states.
You want to speak but no words come out, just more tears. You try to move your arm to whip away some tears but Zayn pushes your hand out of the way and embraces you in a tight hug. It's not like one of those friend hugs to make you feel better, this is one of those 'I don't ever want to let you go' hugs. You turn to look at Zayn and he has tears in his eyes.
"W-why are you c-crying?" You stutter through the tears.
He looks down at you.
"Because I can't stand seeing you like this. It hurts me to know that you aren't happy." He replies.
"Oh..." You whisper.
Suddenly you feel a soft hand touch your cheek and move to your chin. Zayn slowly lifts your chin to look at him once more.
"(Y/N), I seriously cannot bare to see you upset like this, especially over things that aren't true." He calmly starts "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever met, you are sweet and kind. You put up with all of us even though we can be a pain in the arse sometimes. (Y/N) don't ever let anyone tell you different."
"Thank you Zayn..."
"Don't thank me, it's the truth"
Instead of saying anything you reach around his chest and give him a warming hug. He rests his face in the crook of your neck. You can feel his warm breath on your back and on your neck.
"I love you (Y/N)." He whispers.
"I love you too Zayn." You reply.
"No, I love you." He shoots back.
You quickly release him from the hug and look up into his eyes.
"W-what?"
"You heard me (Y/N)."
"I know bu-" you were cut off by Zayn crashing his lips to yours. His lips matched yours perfectly. He pulled back and looked right into your eyes. You looked into his and saw concern, worry, and question. You continue to stare into his beautiful eyes before you take his face in your hands and press your lips to his. Your lips move in sync like they were made for each other. You pull away out of breath and you wrap your arms around him.
"I love you too Zayn. I mean it." You whisper.
