Hidden (UN-EDITED; on hiatus indefinitely, sorry)

Chapter Twenty

"ZAYNNNN!!!!" Louis squeled. I laughed as he turned on the news and a picture of them appeared. The reporter's voice was almost drowned out by his screaming. Me and Zayn sat on the couch and watched.

"One direction has hit the top of the charts once again. This, of course, is no surprise to their fans who call themselves 'Directioners.' Speaking of which, they might be surprised to know that Zayn Malik," (a picture of him appeared on the screen next to her) "might be seeing someone. Our source spotted Zayn with a girl," (a picture of me popped up) "at Kelly's, a local coffee shop." (a picture of us sitting together popped up)

"We suspect that this is the same girl that opened at their show  only a few days ago." (a picture of me performing popped up) "In other news-"

The reporter was cut off because Zayn turned of the television. He took a deep breathe with his eyes closed.

"I didn't even know they were there..." he whispered. I could tell he was very frusterated. I grabbed his hand.

"Nobody did. Zayn, it's okay. I mean, people were going to find out eventually, right?" He sighed.

"Yeah, I guess... I just hate how the paparazii does that..." He took another deep breathe.

"Louis, any plans tonight?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Uhhh... oh yeah, party at nine... until then, wanna watch a movie?"

"Noooo." me and Zayn both said, remembering the Harry potter incident.

"Hmmmm... watcha wanna do then, Brooke?" He looked me in the eyes, and my heart raced.

"I don't know... I came up with coffee, it's your turn!" I said, pushing him playfully. He laughed.

"Okay..." he looked at the wall, as if that would help.

"Howabout..." He picked his guitar off the floor. "Do you play any instruments?"

"So were playing 21 questions?" I asked overly enthusiastically. Oh yeah, and sarcastically. He just laughed.

"No, I just need to know for my idea."

"Oh..." I thought for a moment. "I play the piano a little... but I'm not that good, and it's been forever since I've played..."

"That doesn't matter. C'mon!" He then dragged me out into the hall and out of the hotel.

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We arrived in a small theatre-like place. It was one of those really fancy concert hall places. When we walked in, I gasped.

"Oh. My. Lord." He just laughed at me.

"Come on!" He shouted, running in between the two aisles of seats like a little kid. He stopped halfway through, jogged back to me, grabbing my hand, and draging me towards the stage.

"Zayn!! Oh my- WAIT, I CAN'T RUN THAT FAST!!!" I was laughing so hard, I was gasping for air when we got to the stage.

"Brooke, calm down!" He said, though he was laughing too.

"Alright... Whoo..." I said when I had finally stopped.

"So, I was just thinking, you remember that song you sang to me and the boys?"

"Mhmm..." I said.

"Well... was that off the top of your head or was that an actual song you made?"

"An actual song... you have nineteen questions left." He smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Would you sing it? I'll write it down and then we can come up with some music for it..."

"Only if you wanted, though..." He added quickly, looking away.