One Lucky Girl

Chapter 9

Audrey's POV

My head is still spinning.

Zayn had sung me a song, personally. Just for me.

But then Harry walks in.... and yeah everything kinda went down from there. As soon as he had burst through that door, swiping his hand over the curls covering his forehead and unvieling his annoyed expression. God he is so hot. I just sat there, too, not saying anything. Once Harry started yelling, I decided to leave them alone, not wanting to make the situation any worse.

I guess it hadn't either because as soon as I walked back in the studio, Zayn was grabbing my hand and leading me back out the door. The image of Harry's smirk, green eyes full of... I don't know, lust? Harry doesn't even like me, loathes me actually.

I had no time to think about it either because Zayn was practically dragging me down the hallway, far away from the previous scene.

"What the-" I start, soon silenced by the sharp turn we make around the corner, almost tripping over the fuzzzy carpet.

"Zayn STOP" I demand, stopping on my heels and releasing my clammy hand from his grasp. "What the hell was that all about?" I cross my arms over my chest and quirk an eyebrow for affect.

Zayn just laughs in my face, reaching for my arm to take me out to his car. "Don't worry about it babe, just management stuff."

"Oh really? Please explain" I counter. I can always tell when I'm being lied to, and I absolutely hate it when people lie straight to my face.

"Nah, later. It's 1:30 already and I want to get to the rest of the plans I had set up" he replies, taking a quick glance at his silver Rolex.

I decide to drop the topic for now, but we are definately talking about this later. I fake a smile, and shrug off his arm when he tries to wrap it over my shoulders. Zayn looks down at me, confusion obvious I his eyes. I ignore it, and avoid any eye contact he tries to make. He isn't getting away with that little stunt so easily and I'm making it pretty clear.

Once we reach his car, I hop in without a word or glance in his general direction. I just stare out the window at the gray pavement, pretending to be interested in anything but Zayn.

The engine starts, but we don't move a budge. We are just sitting here in complete silence, listening to the shallow breathes echoing through the car. Zayn clears his throat, and I pull out my phone to check for any texts instead of paying attention to him.

"Ugh, fine Aud. Give me the silent treatment, let's see how far that gets you" he chuckles darkly, arrogance thick in his accent. Didn't. know Zayn Malik could be such an asshole. He grabs the stick, setting us into reverse, and a few seconds later we are out onto the main road.

I fumble with my phone for a few more minutes, growing tired of this awkward silence. SHIT. I never called me parents to let them know I landed. Weird enough, they haven't called or texted me, but I decide to call now anyway. This silence is tiresome, and I need to get my mind off the situation at hand for a few minutes.

"Hey Mom?" I chirp, shuddering at the high pitch in my voice. I'm trying to sound happy and my mom can probably tell.

"Hi honey! How is everything? Are you okay? You don't sound so well"

"Yeah Mom I'm fine, everythings great. How are you and dad holding up?"

"He's doing great, hold on let me put you on speaker" I can hear a brief shuffeling, and my father's rugged voice echoes in the background. The two were mindlessly bickering about something, and I giggle at how obsurd it is. I really do miss them.