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

Chapter Twenty-One

We caught a cab back to the house so Zayn could grab a few things that the boys had forgotten. Like their jackets. And Harry's phone. You get the point.

Then, we got in the cab and were on our way. I was nervous.

"Zayn... I don't know anyone there except you and the boys..."

"You'll be fine." He smiled and took my hand. I put my head on his shoulder. It was a really sweet moment.

Suddenly, the car stopped. I don't mean a gentle stop, I mean 'you were driving 50 miles an hour you dumb... butt. YOU COULD HAVE KILLED US!!!' type of stop. My head flung from his shoulder, ending up inbetween my and the front seats.

"Sorry, stupid trafic..." the taxi dude said.

"Aha, it's okay." I said, rubbing my neck, which hurt from the abrupt stop. Zayn put arm around my shoulder.

"We're almost there." he said. I laughed.

"This it the longest cab ride of my life." He simply smiled at my comment.

Finally, we were there. The cab stopped at a house -excuse me, mansion- that had music blaring and lights flashing inside. He pulled me in, me laughing like a maniac, him, grinning like he was insane. We walked in and I must admit, the place was breathtakingly beautiful.

Or atleast it would be if it hadn't been trashed. Windows were brocken, curtains ripped, carpets stained... And all of this from one party. Celebrities, I swear...

"Harry! Your phone!" Zayn shouted,  tossing it to him.

"Thanks," Harry said as he caught it. Zayn and I walked over to the livingroom and sat down on the couch. Then a mischevious grin spread across his face.

"Wanna mess with the paparazii?" he asked me.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" I asked. He pulled out his phone.

"Twitter of course!" He started typing something, but I couldn't see what. Finally, when he was done, he let me see it.

Being with my girl makes me feel at home, even though I'm halfway across the world.

-Zayn

I laughed and scooted closer to him. He smiled at me, his warm brown eyes fixed on mine. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "they have Call of Duty." I laughed at him.

"I'd so beat you!" I said to him. He laughed.

"Oh really?" He whipped his phone out again and typed. Then, I looked at what he said.

How cute. This girl thinks she can beat me at Call of Duty.

-Zayn

We both laughed as he put the disc in the consol. Before we knew it, we were playing team death match up against zombies galore. Guess who was winning.

Okay, maybe he was letting me win. But hey, a win is a win.

"Brooke, cover me!" he yelled.

"I can't. I'm surrounded. Your on your own."

"No... GET AWA- I'm dead." I laughed at him.

"I win!" I said, teasing him. I looked away for one second and a zombie pops up and kills me.

"Aww, COME ON! REALLY???" I screamed, though no one noticed. The party was that loud. Zayn laughed at me, pulling me closer to him. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. We stayed there like that for a while. Then, Niall ran in.

"Zayn, wheres my jacket???"

"On the coat rack." Zayn said to him.

"I didn't see it and its getting really cold." Zayn sighed.

"Alright. Brooke, I'll be right back. I have to help him find  his jacket."

"I'll be waiting." I said to him. He smiled, then turned and walked away.

I sat there awkwardly, watching the party. Then, I noticed a firmiliar face.

"Michelle!!!" I shouted. She walked over.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Oh, I'm just bored and have no one to talk to... Why are you here?"

"I heard Taylor Swift might show up..." As if on cue, I knew you were trouble came on.

"OH MY GODD THIS SONG!!!"

She started to sing along off key and loud as she could. I laughed. Then Zayn came back. When he saw Michelle, he just stared.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." Zayn whispered to me as he sat back down. Finally, when the song was over, she calmed herself down.

"Soo... I hear you two are a thing now, huh?" I blushed and I think Zayn did too. Or maybe that was just because it was getting hot in here with all of these sweaty people.

"Uhhh... I guess...?" Zayn replied. Michelle grinned.

"So... have you too kissed yet?" She was sitting on a table in front of us, swinging her legs back and forth.

"So what if we havent?" I asked her.

"So you two aren't serious yet... You're still so adorable. Not Taylor Swift and puppies adorble, but still pretty cute." Michelle smiled. It was kinda creepy... She just stared at us. I swear, you could feel the awkward in the air.

"I'm gonna go grab some pizza, soo..." Zayn said, standing up.

"Me too." I said.

"Okay, I'll come with then!" she said, skipping into the kitchen.

"Now's our chance. Come on, run while we still can!" I joked. He laughed at me as we walked into the kitchen.

I had to laugh at the design; it was cupcake themed. Luckily, not cupcake face themed.

I mean really, the counters looked like upside down cupcake wrappers, the fridge looked like it was covered in sprinkles, and the chairs were designed to look like mini cupcakes, their frosting tops were soft.

There were about 15 boxes of pizza set out on various tables. I grabbed a slice of peperonii and some coke and sat down.

"Well, how far do you think this relationship is going to go? Do the other boys approve? Do you two have a song?" She continued like this while we ate our pizza.

It was so awkward you had to laugh.

"Oh, Zayn!" I said.

"Hmm?"

"You better post it on twitter that I won." He laughed at me.

We walked back over to the couch.

"What do you like least about ea- OH MY GODDDD! TAYLOR SWIFT!!!!!!" Michelle finally ran off and me and Zayn both sighed in relief.

"Well, where were we?" He took my hand and pulled me closer to him.

"I love you, Brookie." he whispere in my ear.

"I love too," I said, "but you still have to post that on twitter." His gaze met mine. Then, he smirked and slowly took his phone out of his pocket. When he was done typing, I looked and had to laugh.

This girl beat me... She wanted me to post it as proof. Lol, Love you beautiful!

-Zayn

I laughed.

"Zayn, we have to go." said a voice from behind us. We turned around to see Liam standing behind the couch looking down at us.

"Alright, you ready Brookie?" Zayn asked me.

"Yeah." Hmmm... Brookie. It's cute. Just like him.

He walked me to the car and we both got in. This time, I just held his hand. My neck still hurted and I didn't want to make it worst. Once we were home, I put on my sweats and tanktop and got into bed next to him. His arms automatically wrapped around me, pulling me closer to him. I smiled and closed my eyes.