Being in Zayn's comfort was great and all but the greatness didn't last long. He rubbed my back, a comforting thing to do.. But then he put his hand up the back of my shirt, rubbing my back again. I couldn't help but think of Perrie. What if Perrie really loved him but Zayn just didn't see it.
I was too depressed to let Zayn's touch shock me, I just let it happen. He leaned in and hugged me, his one hand still in my shirt. His low voice whispered in my ear. "I really think I love you. No doubt about it." I'm guessing he felt my body tense up. "It's okay, love. You're safe in my arms. I'm not going to try anything. I couldn't do that to Harry or Niall. Let alone, both of them." I relaxed a little.
But still, Zayn liked me too? Why. Why am I the one that the majority of the band is crushing on? Really. I'm not that special. In fact, I'm not special at all. The only thing that's special about me is that I have a heart shaped birthmark on the top of my left foot. It was almost a perfect heart. It was crazy!
I really wish everything in my world was ok. That Niall and Harry weren't pissed at each other. That nobody in the band fancied me. I wish I hadn't met Niall and just became a regular fangirl of One Direction like the rest of the world. It's just too bad that my wishes NEVER come true.
I remembered what Zayn said a moment ago. Trying to not make the situation any more awkward, I spoke up. "Thanks Zayn. Do you know how Harry and Niall are holding up?" I looked at him, concerned.
He grabbed his phone from his pocket. "Uh. I don't know. Let me text Liam."
I quickly responded. "Oh ok. Please don't tell him our whereabouts. I just need to know everything's okay before I return."
He nodded. "Y'know. I think I'll call him. It'll be quicker. I'll put him on speaker." Zayn said, dialing Liam's number.
The phone rang. Then it came to a stop, a voice interrupting the ringing. "Hello?" Liam picked up the phone.
"Hey Liam, it's Zayn. How's Niall and Harry?"
"Aye Zayn. They're still going at it. Harry yelling at him of how he's such an idiot and Niall shouting that she probably liked it."
Then we heard yelling in the background. We could even make out the voices. Harry and Niall. They were still fighting.
"You don't deserve her! She's so innocent and you're just going to play with her heart!" I could tell just by the phrase that it was Niall.
"Shut up! I love her. I don't go around making out with other guys' girlfriends. Especially a friend's girlfriend. In fact, I don't kiss any other girl than my girlfriend when I'm in a relationship!"
"Ha! Yeah right. You're the reason she ran away! She couldn't take it, dating a man whore!"
"Shut up!" No more voices were heard. Just a trail of thumping.
Tears came to my eyes. What happened? This happened because of me. "STOP IT!" I yelled into the phone. I got angry with myself and punched the hotel's wall. I cried out moments later. "FUCK!"
"What's wrong? Was that Kate?" Liam asked, concerned.
Zayn ignored his question. "Oh my god, Kate! Are you okay? What did you do that for?" he tried to look at my hand but I pushed him away and ran out of the room. Out of the hotel.
