"Hey Kate!" a familiar voice sounded.
I turned around, startled. I was shocked that he remembered me. I just met him, although I saw him about an hour and a half ago. "Oh. Hi Dylan. You scared me!"
He chuckled. "Sorry. So you decided that since I was so attractive, you were going to follow me?" he asked, inching closer to me.
I was shocked by his words 'following him'. I wasn't following him. I had a confused look on my face. "What? No. I'm not following you!" I defended myself.
He smiled, showing me his deep dimples. "I work here, in the gym. I'm sure a girl like you would rather go to the pool and relax. Not work out." he was now about an inch away from me.
The treadmill was turned off by now. I stared at him, blankly. I didn't know what to say to his statement. I acted offended. "A girl like what?"
He wasn't expecting my response. "I um. You look like you'd be a woman that wouldn't work out. Like, I mean.. You're pretty..." he said, making up his sentence as he went.
I was shocked. "Oh. Um. Thanks?" I got off the treadmill and walked around him. "I should be leaving.."
"Whoa. What? Why?" he obviously didn't want me to leave. He ran and blocked me from the door. "You can't leave."
"And why not?"
"B-beacause.. I love you." he said. Simple as that. Emotions started flowing through my body. Could I trust him? Maybe he knew I was here with One Direction and was a fan and is pretending to be stupid.
"You don't know me! Now I'm leaving!" I pushed him out of the way and ran to the elevator. He didn't run after me, thank god!
When I was running around the corner to enter another hallway, I ran into someone. It was a guy. I knew him. It was Zayn. Zayn Malik from One Direction. Zayn Malik, 1/5 of the guys that were looking for me. "Kate? There you are! Stay here while I call the guys." He took out his phone.
I stopped him by grabbing his phone. "NO!" I shouted. He gave me a confused look. "I just want to be alone. Please Zayn, don't tell anybody I'm here. Please.."
He nodded. "Okay, Kate. I won't. But I'm going to have to stay with you. We can't let you go off running around LA. Understand?"
I glared at him. "Yes father.. I'm not a child!" I mocked.
I started off to my hotel room. But Zayn grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him. "Where do you think you're going?"
"To my hotel room. Feel free to follow Mr. Zayn Malik." I told him. We went back to my hotel room. "So um. There's no other furniture in here?" I shook my head. "So where am I sleeping?"
"I-I don't know. I thought you were going to leave."
"Why would I do that? I can't leave you alone. Why don't you tell me what's on your mind." Zayn sat on the bed, sitting right beside me. He put his arm around my shoulders. "It's okay. I'll just listen. I won't judge you at all. I love you." I looked at him. "As a friend." he said as if he were reading my mind.
