Because she made me believe (ZAYN MALIK)

Little Things-II

Dedicated to Aerowyn

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Allana's pov

Bidding goodbye to Zayn I was standing at Tristan's doorstep trying to figure out a suitable alibi for my night long absence. Heaving a sigh I pressed the doorbell awaiting Tristan's arrival. It could take him a while to answer the door considering it was quite early in the morning and he was not an early riser. Barely half a minute passed and the door swung open revealing an exhuasted and distraught Tristan. His blond hair were sticking out in all directions and bags were visible under his gray eyes due to lack of sleep.
"Lana ! Thank God you are here. I was so worried about you. I was contemplating on going to the police station .Where were you ? Are you okay ?" , he started bombarding me with questions. Cold breeze fluttered across sending shivers down my body which was noticed by my blabbering friend.
" I apologise for stalling you at the door .It's freezing come on in doll." He said ushering me inside. As I entered the house , warm air hit my face making me feel at ease. I turned around towards him to utter an apology when he enveloped him in an embrace. The hug would have been more welcoming, if his muscular arms were not knocking the air out of me. "Can't breathe", I mumbled and he instantaneously released his grip.
I offered him a warm smile which he coyly returned back.
" I am sorry Tristan . I went out and I guess I was too busy enjoying myself to keep a track of time. I should've updated you but my battery died. Please forgive me.", I said giving him the best puppy dog look I could muster.
Deep within I felt guilty for lying to him but I didn't want to share the intricate details of my escapade last night. Lying had never been my forte but I had rehearsed this little speech in my head quite a few times and I prayed he couldn't see through it.
"Lana you are my responsibility here in Bradford. I am the only person you know here.Lack of knowledge regarding your whereabouts made me anxious." He uttered , his grey eyes full of concern. " A beautiful girl wandering out alone in the night in this town is not safe. Moreover partying with strangers is particularly an unwise decision. Look I am not trying to sound like a patronizing parent but please try to understand my position."
During the sermon he delivered a part of me was in awe that I was blessed with a friend who deeply cared about my well being while the latter part wanted to stuff a sock in his mouth so he could shut up. For Christ's sake I am 21 years old and matured enough to do as I wish. Besides my dad wouldn't act like a cranky granny , the exact manner Tristan was behaving at the moment. My father always encouraged me to make my own mistakes so that I could paint the canvas of life with the consequences of my varied choices.
" I get your point .I was hanging out with a friend who safely dropped me back. So calm your nerves grandma", I said moving towards the kitchen and grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. Damn I was hungry.
"Friend ? You have a friend here ? Who is it may I ask ?",he questioned me while taking an apple for himself.
" I was with Zayn. He was showing me around town.", I replied back.
"Zayn? As in Zayn Malik ? That popstar dude from One Direction ? He is your friend ?" I nodded my head in the affirmative and he cast an evil grin towards me.
"You met him four days ago. You barely know him. He aint your friend. C'mon Lana are you still that naïve ?, he asked me with a stupid smirk etched on his face.
Although our break up was mutual Tristan's habit of undermining my choices and actions flabbergasted me. He treated me a like a child gullible to the idiosyncrasies of the world. Maybe I wasn't street smart but I could detect the authenticity behind an individual's intentions.

"Last time I checked friendship isn't measured by the number of days or years of knowing someone. It is about a bond shared and fortunately I have that connection with Zayn." I replied back calmly.
"Doll , he is an extremely handsome millionaire. A world famous celebrity . Why do you think he would want to spend an entire night with a girl just to show her around town? Heck I don't think so .Perhaps he wanted a good time with you .Do you understand what I am implying.", he said wriggling his eyebrows.
I certainly understood his unwarranted implication towards Zayn treating me as a one night stand.Tristan was far away from the truth. He had no clue what Zayn had done for me in the past few hours. Zayn had seen me at my worst and helped me out through my personal hellhole. But here he was judging Zayn like a jerk. Anger surfaced in my head and all I could see was red.
"Just cause your head is stuck up in your ass don't expect others to be the same. Don't you dare judge Zayn without knowing the real him."
My tone was harsh and my words had a rueful effect on him. His eyes widened and before he could start with an apology I stormed out of the room before adding , " There is a barbeque at his place today. You can join me and MY friend Zayn if it suits your preference."
Slamming the door of the guest room I flung myself on the bed. It bothered me that Tristan could belittle Zayn without knowing anything about him except from what he read in the tabloids. Passing a judgment regarding a person on their actions was equivalent to committing an abhorrent act . Let a person be. Life is already difficult without the extreme addition of people labeling you as per their own will.
Agreed I knew Zayn for merely a few days but within the short span of time I had spent with him I had come to the conclusion that there was lot to more to him than what met the eyes. Little things about him were intriguing and all those little things could never be seen by prejudiced and judgmental eyes belonging to dumbasses like Tristan .
My cell phone beeped and the screen flashed indicating a new text message. Clicking on the icon I read it.

From Zayn 7:03 am
Hey I forgot to ask you what time should I pick you up for the barbeque ?

Regardless of how much I wanted him to escort me I did not want to bother him. Poor guy had already spent a sleepless night thanks to my sob story.

To Zayn 7:06 am
I'll come on my own. There is no need for you to hassle much. I remember the directions to your place. It's not that far.

The screen flashed again with his reply.

From Zayn 7:08am
Are you sure ? It's not a problem for me .x.

To Zayn 7:09am
Yes I am sure. Get some beauty sleep now pretty boy. I'll see you soon.

From Zayn 7:10am
You rest as well.See you soon love.x

I smiled at his reply and holding the phone in my hand drifted off to the land of dreams.

Zayn's POV

Warm water cascaded down by body letting me immerse myself in the depth of my thoughts. Is it weird that when we grow older we tend to think and make decisions in the shower? That it becomes one of the few places where we find solace with our thoughts ? Welcome to the complications of adulthood I guess.
Skimming my fingers through my hair my thoughts strayed towards Allana. Her confident personality and sassy tongue never compelled me to even think once that she held such a heart wrenching secret within her which made her fragile and (add another adjective similar to vulnerable). Whenever I felt accomplished in the process of knowing the real her she threw another curveball towards me intensifying my interest in her.
During the past five years of my life I have become accustomed in acquainting myself with people who give the adjectives pretentious and obnoxious a whole new meaning. There are several moments when I find myself doubting whether the intentions of a person are truthful or just another believable display of fake emotions.
Shakespeare said 'The world's a stage and each of us are playing our respective parts in it.' I may have not quoted his words precisely but he was right in predicting that all of us are surrounded by actors blessed with well-endowed acting skills.
Jesus Christ Zayn! There are other things boys your age do in the shower and here you are quoting Shakespeare. Get a grip on yourself dude. The voice in my head chided me.
Ignoring it I continued my trail of thoughts. Amongst this swarm of performers I had stumbled upon this amazing young woman whose thoughts were pounding my head since our first meeting. She was fiery to a point she could burn you yet she could be so far etched and distant even when she is beside you. She could make you feel a thousand emotions unknown to you yet her own heart felt detached. Independent yet dependent. Defiant yet so naïve and innocent. She felt so real yet like an illusion. With the minimal duration of time I had known her, all these little things were magnetizing her effect on me.
Turning off the shower I wrapped a towel around my waist and exited the bathroom with a grin spread across my face.
Ms Allana Francis you are messing with my head and I'm loving it.