ONE DIRECTION AND I

Zayn and I.

I sat in the car bundled up in a blanket, and a angry Niall. With a upset Liam.

Liam sighed in frustration, and pulled up and a red light came on. He turned around, and tried not to show his worry. I pulled out my phone and turned it on, and Liam grabbed it from me.

“For running away and trying to kill yourself, no phone.” I went back to my curled up position in the car. I felt Niall staring at me, as Liam accelerated and we showed up at the hotel.

Reporters were everywhere, fans too. Niall picked me up, and I shoved my head underneath the blanket. “What are you doing?” He asked, and I poked my head out.

“Does it really matter.” We entered the hotel, and I was then transferred to Liam's arms.

“Let's take the elevator...” Liam said, and we entered the elevator.

We were on our floor and Zayn came running towards us. “Where is she? Did you find her?!” I poked my head out, and pulled it back in.

“She's fine. Is Harry done moping? Where's Louis?” Niall asked, and Zayn looked down a hallway.

“Harry in his room, and Louis is in Harry's room.” Liam looked like he was about to say something. “Don't worry the door is open.” Zayn said, and he picked my little bundle up.

“Where are you taking her?” Niall asked, and Zayn turned around.

“She needs to be cleaned up big time.” He said, and carried me into the bathroom. He started running the bath water. “Where'd you go?” He asked, and I raised my head out, and looked at the mirror. I was a mess, my face was bloody and battered, and my hair looked raggedy. Zayn looked at me, and hugged me. “You're fine.” He said stroking my hair, and next thing I knew I was in water. I laughed and just laid down, all the dirt and blood washing off.

“So where'd you go?” He asked again, putting some shampoo and conditioner in my hair.

“ I ran away, and then I...then I...” I couldn't finish it, without feeling like I wanted to cry.

“Just get cleaned up, I;ll go get you some clothes to change into.” He left and came back with a t-shirt, shorts, and other articles of clothing.

I quickly showered and got ready, blow dried my hair, and threw on the t-shirt and shorts. The t-shirt was read and said LOVE in big letters.

I walked out, and almost ran straight into Harry. “What the hell happened to you?!” He shouted, and grabbed my arm. “Let go.” I shouted, but he held tight.

“Tell me.”

“ I ran away.” He pushed me away, and I watched him stomp off.

I got up and knocked on Zayn's door. “Come in!” He said, I walked in and went and sat on his bed. He pulled me into his arms, and hugged me as I cried on his shoulder.

“Can we go get that ice cream now?” He nodded, and stood up.

“Let's walk there!” He said, and grabbed my hand and we made our way through traffic. I wore sneakers, my t-shirt and shorts, and one of Zayn's hoodies.

We walked into an ice cream shop and sat down and ate ice cream. I smiled, and afterwards we went for a walk. “ZAYN!” A girl screamed and ran up to him, he smiled and she held out a DVD. “Could you sign it?” He nodded, and signed his signature. She hugged him and ran away, and we sat there and laughed. Finally the sun started to set, “piggy back ride!” I said, and jumped on Zayn's back.

I hugged his back, and Zayn ran to the hotel, and as we entered. I was laughing and smiling.

We took the stairs and we went inside the room. “WE'RE HOME!!” Zayn said, and the house seemed empty.

“I'ma go change into my pajama's be right back!” I walked into my hotel room, and Harry was sitting on my bed, reading my diary. “HARRY!!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” He dropped my diary, and ran out of my room. Running straight into Zayn.

“What happened?” Zayn asked me, I held up my diary. “Really Harry? We'll talk later.”

And with that I looked in my diary to see what he had read.