My Secret Boyfriend

Going with him when he leaves

I shut the door quietly seeing Harry was probably already asleep but when I walked into the kitchen, Harry was sitting there with a pair of reading glasses firmly on the bridge of his nose. He had a glass of water and seamed to be staring at nothing.

'Hi Harry. ' I said softly. He jumped but when he turned around he sighed and crushed me in a hug.

'I was so worried. I didn't know where you were! I didn't see you after I came down stairs. You were gone for 4 hours. And I thought-'

'Harry Harry calm down. I'm alright. I just went out for a little bit to think. ' I cut him off realizing I am lying to him. I needed Zayn. I want Zayn. I want him right now to be giving me this hug.

'Clara. We need to talk. ' I looked up into his eyes.

'About what?' I asked. He led me to the living room. We sat on the couch.

'You miss Zayn. ' He said simply.

'Yeah. I want to be friends with him but he's shutting-'

'No.' He stated. 'You want more than that. You miss the way he kisses you. And I know it. The way you look at him and the way you look at me, are two completely different things. And he looked at you too, you didn't notice but he did. He looked jealous and sad. You don't even realize how much it must pain him to see you with me. And for the reason knowing you don't love you like you love him, I'm saying you should go get him. You love him and you know it. I know it. Zayn might not yet but he will. ' I looked at him.

'I'm sorry. ' I said.

'Don't be. I was wrong to believe that I could swoop in and get you while you two were fighting. It was selfish and I took advantage. I'm sorry.' He said. I gave him a big hug and smiled into his shoulder.

'Go to the hotel down the street. ' I gave him a questioning look. 'That's where Zayn is.' I took no hesitant time to throw on my shoes and run out the door. I was still panting when I got to the hotel.

'Hey what room is Zayn Malik in?' I asked still breathless

'327.' The man said clearly bored. I ran up to the room and pounded on the door. Liam answered.

'Clara what are-'

'Where's Zayn?' I asked.

'He's looking for you! What are you doing here?!' He asked.

'Looking for Zayn. '

'Harry texted me saying that you were missing and so he went out looking for you. And shortly after you left Louis came back telling us where you were. We have no idea where Zayn is! He left his phone.' Liam explained in a rush.

I heaved a hand through my hair. 'I'm going to go looking for him.' I ran down the hall and out the hotel door.

'Zayn!' I called down the street. 'Zayn!' No answer. I ran all over the place. I couldn't find him.

'Clara!' I heard a very faint yelling.

'Zayn?' I said. I spotted him running towards me. 'Zayn!' I started sprinting towards him. He was waving his arms in the air wildly. I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his torso. He hugged my frail body and I dug my head into the crook of his shoulder.

'I love you.' I murmured.

'What about Harry?' He asked. I looked up at him and smiled with tears in my eyes.

'He told me that he knew I love you and he's sorry. ' I sniffed. He wiped away a tear with the pad of his thumb.

'Lets go home. It's freezing. ' He said crying little too. Only tears of joy.

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'Zayn. Let me go.' I grunted trying to get out of his hug.

'I don't want to leave.' He said. 'Not yet.'

'You have to. You have a career now. One Direction remember?' He pouted. 'Bye Zayn.' He didn't move. I sighed and pecked him on the lips. 'Love you.' I said. He smiled and boarded the tour bus. I waved and a few seconds later he ran back out of the tour bus and came up to me. 'What if you go with us?' He asked breathless.

'On tour with you? I don't know.. I still have to go see my parents. And go home...' I trailed off.

'I'll message your parents. Come with me!' I sighed defeated.

'Okay. ' I hop on the bus not really caring to grab anything from Harry's. I'm wearing a tank top with a sweat shirt over and a pair of sweatpants. I'm not exactly presentable in this. Luckily were just on the tour bus.

'Zayn. I didn't know you were bringing someone. ' A man said.

'I was kind of forced..' I mumbled. Zayn smiled sheepishly looking at his hands.

'Can we keep her? Please.' Zayn asked. I giggled at his childish personality. The man sighed but nodded his head. 'Yay! Thank you Paul!' Zayn exclaimed.

'And what's your name young lady?' Paul asked turning to me.

'Oh! uhm, Clara!' I answered sticking out my hand to shake.

'Very good. You can sleep on the pull out couch till further notice since it was kind of last minute. ' I nodded.

'Well its rather late. Why don't we head off to bed, yeah?' Zayn asked me. I smiled at him and pecked his cheek, making my way across the room to the pull out couch.

'Do you know if there is a blanket I can use?' He made a face and then looked around frantically before running down the hall. I heard a crash and a groan before Zayn came sliding on his socks, blanket in hand, and tripping. He was panting as he handed me the blanket and bowed.

'I found one.' I bursted out laughing.

'Goodnight Zayn.'